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He Is My High

When I think of you, I think of sunshine dancing on my wall.
And I know that you will pick me up when I fall.
Shadows creep acoss my floor.
I spread my wings and soar.
I wish upon that shooting star,
And hum out a new song on my guitar.
Everyone likes a change.
And those who don't know, are just all too strange.
There is this guy, I cherish and love.
He reminds me of a white morning dove.
Quiet, caring and calm.
I could take him everywhere, if he were to fit in my palm.
I think, and I sigh.
Guess you could say., he is my high.
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