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Feb 2014
I have these lucid dreams
of you that seem
to make me think
that theres a chance
for you and me,
I take a drink,
im scared to glance
in your direction
like a band, we're all fans of your affection
yet you stand above us all as we wave flags of our surrender
Written by
James Thomas
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   Gary Muir and kzu
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