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My place

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There is a place I go,
In the middle of the night,
Were dandelions grow,
And no parents will go,
This place is not normal,
To the music in the wind,
I dance in grace,
Were I like to be myself.
And let myself embrace,
With the joy of freedom,
My own secret place for me to be me





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