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And as time passes by slowly, I remain swinging, back and forth, higher and higher. Tilting my head backward, I let my hair flow in the summery breeze, every bad thought disappears for a while and I smell the scent of freedom.
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Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
The Swing
And as time passes by slowly, I remain swinging, back and forth, higher and higher. Tilting my head backward, I let my hair flow in the summery breeze, every bad thought disappears for a while and I smell the scent of freedom.
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Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
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