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Mary Ferris Oct 2012
The wind blows through the trees and whisper their songs.
The waves rolls their laughter along.
Your heartbeat whispers its love.
That's my favorite whisper of all.
Mary Ferris Oct 2012
Just because its not seen , doesn't mean it's not there.
Just because its not said , doesn't mean it's not felt.
Just because its not there, doesn't mean it's not real.
Just because you laugh , doesn't mean it's funny.
Just because its gone, doesn't mean I don't miss it.

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