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Feb 2015
Tired, exhausted and beat,
But nothing really matters anymore,
Let's talk about the trees
and the flowers
and the bees,
But no you'd never write a love song to the breeze,

I'm so hungry but I can't eat,
sure I'm tired, there's nowhere to sleep!
And the breeze is blowing helping me stay on my feet,
Oh I'm so tired but I can't sleep,
Sure I'm hungry, there's nothing to eat!
And the breeze is blowing helping me stay on my feet,
But no you'd never...write a love song to the breeze...
Janielle Mainly
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Janielle Mainly
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