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away, away, away from here I'll be
2004-06-14

She was high on caffine and all she could think about was flying away. All she could do was close her eyes and attempt to capture that brief moment on the swingset while you are suspended in air. All she wants to do is have her knight in shining armour drive up on his black motorcycle and take her for a midnight ride under the stars and full moon.

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