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Sitting around the campfire Late on a Friday night Relaxing in a lawn chair Trying to make life seem right The stress begins to fade As I pop another cold one Staring at the flickering flames My mind thinks of no one It strays instead to the place I go Where my imagination lives Within the glow I begin to create And a new story begins.
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