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Jun 16
Silent Echoes
He was like a stone as stoic as ever
Admiring the blooming garden
Mybe hoping or waiting to be carved
She's hoping or wanting it to rain
Voices were lost, the wind forgot  to say
Written by
Mywhisperyoucnthear
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