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the park
2005-10-29 @ 2:46 p.m. sitting high on the rock solitude is cold peace is created by the sound of childrens laughter you are not alone sadness sounds from the saxophone thoughts floating like the leaves from the seasoned trees to the ground wind whistles whispers in your ear don't run stay. |
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