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Mar 2016
There is an island...

That keeps on calling my name
Begging me, step out of the game
Before it's too late

There is an island...

With the sweetest of breeze
Gentle swaying of palm trees
That keeps beckoning me

There is an island...

Much more than just in my dreams
To me a reality
Where one day I'll be free

There is an island...

In the middle of the ocean blue
One day that I will swim to
Where there's nothing to do

There is an island...

That is wanting my time
Hoping I'll make up my mind
And leave it all behind
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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