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Nov 2014
My body moves like I'm under a strobe light
Going with the beat of my heart
You're home far from here
But I can see the green in your eyes
Like you're in the room with me
Float to the ceiling and kiss me ten feet up
Let our colors mix
Like orange and red on a sunset horizon
Blame it on the smoke
Blame it on the *****
Kiss my hand before you leave
Bouncing up and down on my beat up couch
Laughing like it would never end
And leaving just before it did
And now you're gone far away
Don't forget our last love
It will be mine, my last
Bella
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Bella  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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   Earthchild
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