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The sky breathes a fresh morning airas the Sun’s warmth hugs all yet again.And the trees shall regain their plentiful hueas the plants and anima..
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I sit here at my desk, all on my own,typing away to the clock’s tick-tock,and watching the Sun shine ever so brightly,as its light peers through..
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I’ve got my head above the clouds, and my body below the ground,while one is spinning round left,and the other right round,with my heart there i..
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I’ve gone there before,but where is there?Somewhere, of course,as I ride this plastic horse.Round and round the carousel,I go, to find a well of..
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I’ve tried to find my place,but I always seem to fail.Stuck out here in outer space,I am waiting for my ship to sail. And whether real or not,th..
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I continuously sit upon my desk,where all things seem to come to life.Whether I saya G’day or G’night,it does not matter,for day and night..
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Imagine if we are all one,with the same thoughts,and the same ideas.Imagine if we were all bornand taught to think different,though we are entirely al..
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I have written countless words,one for each and every songbird. And I have strung upon the heartstringsof each and every mourning dove,who has ever lo..
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I breathed for the first time,the very first time in a while. And it was the first moment,that I knew… that I was alive.
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I’ve sat here, alone and afraid,though I am still alive,today, today, today!And I sit upon this tree,where the leaves are soevergreen"I might sa..
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