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Feb 2016
All the places thru which we pass
No matter how we try to leave
They always seem to last.
We strive to another point in time,
But continually seem to return
to that which we wish to leave behind.
Life, A looping daja-vu ryhme.
SpiritHeart67
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SpiritHeart67  Deep Within The Field
(Deep Within The Field)   
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     Perry and Fawn
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