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Oct 2012
Through the tears
Through the smile
Through the fears
Past the hope
Past the talents
Over the dreams
Behind the thinking stream
lays a field of green grass
So green is the grass
of a clear mind
so peaceful is a time
where we won't have to hide
below the depths
of a sinking world
there will be us
me and that little girl
Anna
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