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If you would've stayed, imagine the world that could've been in the palm of our hands... Clear, pristine, blue water with millions of particles that resemble sand; the greenest grasses on never-ending acres of land. The prettiest, most jaw dropping sunrises; not even God could create firsthand. Mountains--that skyrocket to the promise land, And vast miles of swampy wetlands. Hummingbirds that majestically keep darting by, While mingling below the clouds with the butterflies; All the while, the fields are growing wild rye. What on earth could ever make you turn your back and say good-bye, Knowing this is how we envisioned our world and how the rest of our days would unwind...
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
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If you would've stayed, imagine the world that could've been in the palm of our hands... Clear, pristine, blue water with millions of particles that resemble sand; the greenest grasses on never-ending acres of land. The prettiest, most jaw dropping sunrises; not even God could create firsthand. Mountains--that skyrocket to the promise land, And vast miles of swampy wetlands. Hummingbirds that majestically keep darting by, While mingling below the clouds with the butterflies; All the while, the fields are growing wild rye. What on earth could ever make you turn your back and say good-bye, Knowing this is how we envisioned our world and how the rest of our days would unwind...
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
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