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Writing
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About MeToday, my forest is dark
The trees are falling And the butterflys wing are broken but I'm hoping for a tomorrow where The sun is shining and The birds are singing |
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Writing
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About MeToday, my forest is dark
The trees are falling And the butterflys wing are broken but I'm hoping for a tomorrow where The sun is shining and The birds are singing |