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Jan 2017
Long last a final run,
to the great unknown.
Fond the light at the end of the tunnel,
Dancing in the middle of the streets.
Cool breeze flowing, warm evening,
how exciting it is to be.
Long last we are free.
Written by
Alece Woosley
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