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Dec 2015
Aim low.
Glide slow.
Don't stop dreaming,
We will fly.

First show me this city
Fade to sleep,
Under our feet,
while our eyes beam sky.
Jaime Will Grant
Written by
Jaime Will Grant  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Cecil Miller
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