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He was like a stone as stoic as ever Admiring the blooming garden Mybe hoping or waiting to be carved She's hoping or wanting it to rain Voices were lost, the wind forgot to say
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Jun 16, 2025
Jun 16, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC
Silent Echoes
He was like a stone as stoic as ever Admiring the blooming garden Mybe hoping or waiting to be carved She's hoping or wanting it to rain Voices were lost, the wind forgot to say
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M/Cloud
Jun 16, 2025
Jun 16, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC
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