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Jan 2016
If
If I reach up real high,
I can touch the marbled sky,
I can walk to the sunset,
I can cry my eyes dry,
I can forget regret,
I can make change,
I can be happy and utterly strange.
Viola
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Viola
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   Thomas P Owens Sr, Samuel Hesed and Cecil Miller
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