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Current mood:  calm Category: Writing and Poetry
I'm setting sail across the sea, I locked the door and threw away the key. The clouds are flyign past my head, "Fly with me," a friendly bird said. So I let go of the wheel and the boat is drifting with the wind The trees on the sore saw and bend, as I stand under the warm sun in the sky and watch every cloud move on by I turn to look at the sparkling open sea and with the land slowly fading I'm feeling free.
2:41 AM
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