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Nov 2010
Sinking in my bed I feel rooted like the majestic oak,
I Stare at the the ocean in my ceiling as it dances for me,
Its night but the sun glistens off the golden waves,
Laughter peirces my ears and in this moment I know happiness.
Written by
Gregory Villone
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     --- and Gregory Villone
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