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Nov 2012
Everything drops from view
And I can see my perfect landscape

I take a step forward,
just to make sure.

And I'm free!
I run around wild,

Jumping high in the air
and rolling down hills.

Then it all starts to fade
and I'm just a spectator.

Nooo!!!!!

It's only when you wake up
that you remember all the things you wanted to do
Alice Kay
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