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Aug 2015
I've been wasted
I've been smashed
I've been fried
I've gone and bashed
I've been to parties
And I've been high
I've soared like a kite
As high as the sky
But nothing can compare
To life's natural high
It feels so good
I've waved the drugs good-bye
It fills you up
It makes you whole
It always repairs you
And heals your damaged soul
It makes you feel
Like you're floating high above
It makes you want to go away
And fly around like a dove
Nothing on Earth
Can even come close
It makes you lose
All your worries and woes
It makes you want to give hatred
One gigantic shove
Do you know what it is
It's something called love
AnnSura Moon
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AnnSura Moon  Paradise
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