Life
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Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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Mountains streams shimmer
In the cold night air
The moonlight glistens
Upon your golden hair
We lie beneath the stars
And listen to the breeze
Gently blowing around and
Whistling through the trees
I look into your eyes
And it sets me free
What a wondrous moment
This is how life should be
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