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3d
She was so crazy she thought
She owned the dawn.

She thought every birdsong
Were sung for her.

The sun's shine,
The moon's glow,

All for her.
You taught her differently.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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