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Oct 2010
the higher we go
the world disappears
and i am alone
high above the clouds
were everything is perfect
there is no death
there is no war
this is my paradise
my quiet and peaceful
piece of the world
were i can forget
the tragedies i've seen
the higher we fly
Marcus Logan
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Marcus Logan
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