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Nov 2013
i'll give my body and soul
to the smoke from the forest fires
and the mist you see at four in the morning
as well as the morning dew
you'll hear my voice in the wind
so don't worry when i leave
because i'm never gone
and i will always find my way back to you
e.j
enrapturedocean
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enrapturedocean  singapore
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