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Mar 2019
Rows of pastel houses lining the springy green grass
Green
Blue
Yellow
The soft sound of wind chimes is heard in the distance
Ring-a-ling
Ring-a-ding
Her long brown hair is swept up in the gentle breeze like waves looking up at an everlasting sunset
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alice
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alice  F/where the wild things are
(F/where the wild things are)   
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   Dathan
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