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Oct 2012
Count the bird who fly by the window
Note the forest's true voice and glow
I dream one day I'll steal away
In a mess of green and forever stay.
Sence not the sound of drunken society
But the smell of nature's sweet sobriety
Over come my hearts one desire,
Evade, to set the world on fire.
Written by
Kaylee groenevelt
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