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Oct 2011
Sleeping, to me, is oh so great,
A little bit of love, no more hate.
The world I know has turned against me,
But no one notices; can't they see?
I loved and loved and kept on given,
Now they say I was always sinnin'.
Maybe, maybe I could dream.
All I need is a little gleam...
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