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Oct 2013
Don't grieve too long, look around
in the falling leaves he can be found.
In our hearts and in the trees
in every little gentle breeze.
I feel him then and he is flying free.
Written by
Lucy Bellamy  England
(England)   
426
       Jacob Cuadro, lluvia de abril and Cat Fiske
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