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As I walk through this dream, everything seems so still
The grass, The trees, everything around me, as if nothing were real.
The taste of the wind blowing against my lips, long have forgotten
that sweet taste of bliss. And here I go, climbing up that tree again
to sit and stare and think of him. Where are the birds, the squirrels,
where are the beautiful songs and twirls. Why cant I hear what longs
so deep within, why is there silence.. Will the love in my heart ever
hear
again. Perhaps it will hear the sweet sounds someday, but the question
then, is will it listen.


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Penned by my hand on the 7th of Lupar, in the year 386 AF.