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Universe

Sunset, Sunrise, moon comes, then does tide.
Babe cries, Mom comes sings sweet lullabies, I’m not the best of what I do, I can only pray it connects to you. Paint a picture, draw me a line, as I see the moon glow, I see the star s shine, a sight I love to see, to hope to have a friend sit silently with me as we watch this heavenly master piece.

(2009)

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