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Aug 2016
I'm curious to know.
How much you wonder
about me.
Because I'm curious to know
You a little bit better too.
These trees hide my secrets
But never keep them.
They are blown away in the wind.
Do you hear them?
If you just listen you can hear them.
I can't hear yours.
But can you hear mine?
Just listen to the breeze,
Between the trees.
R R
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