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Mar 2010
I'm just a big fluffy cloud blowing away
I may try on any shape but it's not here to stay
I'm living with the ghosts of the selves I thought i'd be
Is this the best thing thing you thought you had say to me?

When you are ready for the strawberry fields forever
The wooden ships will carry us there together
And you'll see the days between have been contrived
And in truth my dreams have still survived
Written by
Brian Lundeen
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