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Jun 2012
it's cool and sunny,
cloudy and bright,
the breezy park is joy.

the sun goes in
the sun return,
return its glorious hold.

don't care what gone,
don't care to come,
my lungs are filled with green

my eyes is close
my face is warm.
this, oh this, is life.
paodje
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