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Oct 2014
wind whistles through
the hollows of trees' tranquil
leaves and the silence cracks
against the coffin being shut
and i cry till my eyes
can sob no more
i miss her
cr
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cr  midwest, usa
(midwest, usa)   
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   Robert Ueda, --- and Harley Hucof
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