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Wind it blows Smiling Running through outstretched Hands Waving to a visitor The young man Listens Sun beaming down In the forest we call Park
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
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Wind it blows Smiling Running through outstretched Hands Waving to a visitor The young man Listens Sun beaming down In the forest we call Park
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
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