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Mar 2014
Some don't see it and they are blind
There is always beauty if you seek to find
Never leave your memories behind
Plant the sun and it will shine
All my streets are lined and bled
With benevolence that's benign in my head
As the sun draws near and one traces the sky
It's always drug induced when I say
That I'm fine
When I'm high
I'm fine
If I'm high...
Ivan Neese
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Ivan Neese
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   Blue R Lake
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