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Jul 2014
Silence lingers here,
Between the branches and sunlight.
Peace will always be.

How did they come here?
The bright orbs of molten gold
Resting on our crowns.

We will figure out
Through the growth of deer abound
The secret of life.
Something Simple
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Something Simple
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   Ariel Baptista
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