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Frogs.
Hop.Croak...
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Lady Wind, through rustling leaves,
where she doth blow, they go...
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we cross the meadow, astonished
in part by the beauty of it. the river...
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What do I have to do to make you see
that you cannot be a part of this self-sabotage...
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I can hear the rain
watch the branches move...
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A tree cut down is a
a child chopped...
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The fantasies broke
The dream is gone...
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The tea is strong in the morning,
making up for the leftover mascara...
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Today has finally came.
Seeing you lying there...
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As I learned the taste of warmth again
you come out of sudden striking like lightening...
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We were so young,
with our minds so clear and simple...
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Coughing up
Obituaries...