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Jan 2014
I once knew a place called happiness
It was full of summer winds
And the smell of spring rains
It was the long nights catching fire flies
And then living was more than just to survive
It was true and free from pain
And full of nights filled with our whispers
It was the days of perpetuating laughter
And those endless hugs goodnight

It was too good to be true
And now I am left with memories.
Christopher Lowe
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Christopher Lowe  Ohio
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