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Nov 2013
The trees are blowing whispers,
silently through the wind.
The sky is clear on a starless night,
with whispers in the wind.
When these whispers reach my ear,
silently through the wind.
I cry a silent tear,
into the whispers of the wind.
Jonathan
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Jonathan
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   Brooke Bello
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