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September 2010
I woke up in a place... where dreams... were real. Where we'd walk on water, the sun shining beneath us and the moon painting the sky purple. We'd rest upon a bed of blue grass and the birds would si
I woke up in a place... where dreams... were real. Where I'd walk on water, the sun shining beneath me and the moon painting the sky purple. I'd rest upon a bed of blue grass and the birds would sing
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