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Dec 14
the world is quiet whenever i cry
i could hear the birds, the leaves
falling softly to the ground
a sort of drunken lullaby
Written by
indi  23/F/somewhere in the sea
(23/F/somewhere in the sea)   
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     Rick, Liana and Emma
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