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That moment by a windowsill when you're looking through a shade At a different world outside yourself and yet inside remains the same Do not wonder about what could've been or worry about the other way Instead let time and seasons pass, good memories come, and bad memories fade away
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Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
Windowsill
That moment by a windowsill when you're looking through a shade At a different world outside yourself and yet inside remains the same Do not wonder about what could've been or worry about the other way Instead let time and seasons pass, good memories come, and bad memories fade away
colmistoirm
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Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
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