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Jul 2014
The birds are chirping
The sun is breaking through the trees
The clouds pass on by
Like all the pain of yesterday
The cars drive
Below the blue sky
All around me there is something
Something I can't describe
Maybe it's life
Maybe it's death
Because we all know everything has an end
The waves are crashing and bending their backs to get a better look
At the things I find beautiful
At the things that are living
At the things that are dying
At the things all around me
Julia Van Winkle
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Julia Van Winkle
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