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Feb 2016
Plip plop
Raindrop
Sliding down the window pane

Time doesn't stop
As it meets the blacktop
This liquid substance we call rain

The minutes they pass
Life's funny like that
How the world just keeps on turning

The moments, they don't last
Regardless of their impact
The clock keeps ticking, this I'm learning
Free Bird
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Free Bird  28/Buffalo, New York
(28/Buffalo, New York)   
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