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me....

The river that flow beneth me takes me to my home
I was sweept away,now i am found
Do they remember me?do they even know who i am?
I am me,myself
A dove that flys freely
I am me,my own
No one else owns me
I'm like a star last of the night
blazing in the depth of the royal blue sky.





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