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Apr 2020
She takes you to the forest
Where you climb the swaying trees
She speaks to you as softly as
The gentle blowing breeze

She waits flustered by the ocean
You run hurried down to meet her
You try so hard to ask that question
You know you want to ask her
Velvel Ben David
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Velvel Ben David  24/M/Israel
(24/M/Israel)   
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