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Nov 2016
So we can fly, to the sea,
   in the summer
      in the dark

And we can dance, to my home,
   I can show, you the park

Where I sat, under the moon
   and the dew, touched my skin

And I cried, all my lonely
But you warm me. You're my kin.
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