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Apr 2013
The wind is cold but the sun is bright,
so I sit and turn to the morning light
as  water flows from one big rock,
I watch two birds turn to one big flock
they looked so free just like the sea
as they flew upon the sky
And there I knew that it meant
they were saying goodbye.
Tanyy Chab
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