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Nov 2013
Play a me something dark and lovely,
Something to ease my aching mind.
Let it echo off the bulletproof sky.
And I will sing for you,
My own lullaby.

They say that troubles come and go,
To bob and weave with the currents ebb and flow.
But I've been trying for far too long
To keep my head above the water
My arms are not that strong,
Alice Baker
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Alice Baker
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   Jim Musics and Gwen Johnson
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