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Feb 2012
When I escape behind my eyes,
There is a place I like to go,
In another dimension,
A place of time, space and color,
Of blue skies and sunshine,
Where field grasses move,
As fresh breezes drift,
A place which is far beyond,
Ordinary cares and chores.
Searich
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