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Nov 2015
When I lay here
I hear the wind in the treetops
And when I daydream
The wind chimes speak my thoughts

I have a home here
Without it I’d be lost
But as I swing back and forth
All worries are forgot

I see the sun there
Dancing on the leaves
I’m going to miss this
My heart already grieves
Written by
Mike Hack  Alaska
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