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I wish to be
tickled and laugh till I cry, and when that has happened, my tears will be dry. For the tears that will float off of my face are the tears that only you can embrace. And hold them in your arms, until their time has come to let them float off of your thumb. And let them go far, far away. Let them go to that one special place where everyone can be free. Just let them see that one special place. The place you call... home. |
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