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Nov 2014
The wind
The breeze
The tall tall trees
I need to put my mind at ease
I see you in my memories
                                                                  I watch you move
                                                                       I see you breathe

**If only I could touch your skin
And be with you once again
Before I start to wither away
And my belief starts to decay
My core sets itself aflame
And nothing but a soul remains
Sydney Ann
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Sydney Ann  In between worlds
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