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May 2021
I live dreaming about the field of dreams
And in the field of dreams I walk in it
There is a river that runs through it
On the earth I dig for gold
I find lots of gold bars
I am rich now my God
I will share some of the gold with the poor people
I don't need all the gold bars for myself
I never wanted the poor to be poor
aldo kraas
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aldo kraas  60/M/Toronto
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