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It was 7.00am and Mason had, by now, shaken off his hangover,
taken the elevator down, and was stepping out into the main hall reception
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Stacy never liked leaving messages least of all on a voicemail.
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Seasons pass and memories fade with passing time Your so far away ...I think of you everyday.
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Here the world is in a hurry, scurry
No time to fret and worry...
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Let me feed into his inane desires
Copulating scintillating exposed
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Stacy found her comfortable chair in front of the opened patio doors, the acoustic guitar in her hands... she bagan to strum...
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Echoes of voices from the far ends of the room alerted Stacy to the approaching figures. Her instincts were to blend into the darkness and
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Once we danced in sweet romance...
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Traveling cross the oceans on the seas at cyber night, until crossing to the point of Dawn and into the cyber light.
Set sail away from ea
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Slipping through my window
late at night after all the lights are out...
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Wake up to the dawning
of a beautiful new day...
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Mason blearily made his way back to the bathroom and stepped straight into the shower to snap himself out of his groggy late night alcohol
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Flights of fantasy I want you so bad tonight
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Your here to say your sorry...
because you can use a friend?
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Life seems to reflect these chocolate covered schemes...
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I'll be back tonight Thank you ,
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Savory moments, arousing aromas over flow
drifting out the windows out across the road
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Falling is not failing
Walking through the fires
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Majestic shores, twilight implores ...my heart adores.
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Laying across my silken sheets
With all my dearest thoughts, I
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All the while wishing you were here
So I am wrapping each little gift
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You have waited for heaven's best,
None of the others could pass the test.
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Stacy hurried back into her room
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Sometimes Goodbye is a second chance...
I thought I had said goodbye long ago
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I've lived a life that is different, Generally following my own rules.
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Somewhere over the rainbow there is a land that I heard of once upon a time.
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Mirrored back across
a glassy lake
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Nestled between I-75 and Alligator alley,
Some 80 miles of South Bay, straw hats
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Remember chasing
butterflies across
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Crisp morning air carried the aroma of fresh baked cookies.
It attracted kids from every where. Chocolate chips and vanilla
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You can find the right place, it is awfully nice
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I am a million hopes and dreams.
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