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Feb 2020
I put my hand out of the car
Reaching and wishing I can touch the stars
And flout like a cloud
Near the quiet not loud
Looking at the sea
To glide over and watch it shimmer at night
And watch the unique sky
When the sun rises and sets for a fresh new day or night
medy
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