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| Ocean Blue Sky |
7/19/1999
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It's funny how.
Where the blue sky meets the ocean blue.
That when I look upon you face I see it now, it's the perfect place.
Way up there, you and me too, and those birds in the air.
I wonder where I get these thoughts and how often it was when I was young.
I used to dream of lots of songs unsung and dreams undreamt.
And in the end it all just went in the air, up there.
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