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Nov 2010
Forward now from days of past, these lives we live we live to fast.
Find that moment, hold it tight, when its gone, dream of it every night.
Happiness lives in our memories, our dreamy skies, our sleeping seas.
Written by
Gregory Villone
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     Moriah Jean and Gregory Villone
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