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The wind is pulling my hair as I come to greet you. The shades of green all around my eyes. The chirping noises get louder and louder as I come near. I could lay on your soft ground for ages and that feeling will still be there. And as the leaves fall down The sun rays open my eye lids I wake up to your smile. A smile that shows me kindness That shows me friendly-ness After this, I knew I have never seen beauty so pure like this before.
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Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 9:20 AM UTC
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The wind is pulling my hair as I come to greet you. The shades of green all around my eyes. The chirping noises get louder and louder as I come near. I could lay on your soft ground for ages and that feeling will still be there. And as the leaves fall down The sun rays open my eye lids I wake up to your smile. A smile that shows me kindness That shows me friendly-ness After this, I knew I have never seen beauty so pure like this before.
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Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 9:20 AM UTC
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