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Jan 2016
My hands could not reach the cupboards
When I was young I was always the dreamer
I was the hero that saved
Sticks were swords
But I could never reach the cupboards

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I'm still a dreamer
And I still need her
She was mess
I guess
As I'm sliding off her dress
And yes
I'm blessed
Cuz we shared the same bed
Where I rest my head
Its where I dream of you
Cowin Alan
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Cowin Alan  Denver
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