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Jun 2015
Meet me under the willow weeping tree, where the lonely souls parade,

Would you help one of them before they all drown into oblivion?

In this world everything is seen through a dark lens, the sun is no longer present,

Ease the pain by whispering sweet words,

Let the light come back..

Can you picture this colorful worldΒ Β that I have envisioned for them?
Kelly N
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Kelly N
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