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Bare feet-painted toes-ankle bracelet
Summer Feet
Warm breeze tossing up my curly hair as it tickles my neck
I need to go to the country when the trees turn green
Hey!
Those spooky voices messing up my perfect dream
This calls for a drive down the road with the windows down
Find a place by a stream where we can lay our blanket down
And you can kiss me like I am your own

Clear Night
Pretty summer skies
Bare feet
Sing over it

Robins singing turned to protest when I got too close
Like her I'm flapping my wings and guarding my post
It is wise to disguise yourself and strong when someone else is watching
Find a place in my dream where you can lay your blanket down
And you can kiss me like I am your own
Those scary voices are messing up my perfect dream

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from It Is All an Illusion, released June 8, 2013
Ted Kloba: Backing Vocals

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Diane Marie Kloba Chicago, Illinois

Chicago-area recording artist Diane Marie Kloba has established herself as an innovative writer through her novel combination of guitars, synthesizers and various percussion such as gong, cymbols, earth bells. Alternative, Post-punk indie.

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