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May 2012
impossible is nothing
got dreams back in my head,
i might be upset
but at least i'm not sad,
thinking about a flight to a dream land,
once the landing gear burns the runway
i am never coming back.

off to a place so beautiful
ten times her eyes
hundred to that of gold
when the rain comes
we will go play
finally feel that every day is blessed
and heaven sent,
us here for this.
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t m h
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