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Nov 2020
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You paint a very pretty picture
But can you see through the sky
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The darkest night of soul
Has yet to past us by
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We’re but dreamers
Slumbering in an array of desires
Starving in a garden paradise
We choke on the manna from heaven
Devour the milk and honey
And drown on the wine of divine


We are merely the human kind
This round is on me this time!
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Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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