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Sara fairmeal Dec 2014
When the moon is bright
And I'm all alone
In the still quiet of the night.
A million things
Run threw my mind
Repeated again and again.
I think of a past
Thats not so grand
And a future that lookes so grim.
Then i think of your smiling face
And suddenly im happy agian.

— The End —