Wandering
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Step inside,
Get a ride.
Climb up to the sky.
Will I meet you eye to eye?
Everyday seems less and less,
That I deal with the stress.
My mind wanders,
Of thee I ponder.
Where you now be.
You must feel glee.
No more pain.
Do I refrai...
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