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I ran through the wood, snapping moldy twigs and low-living branches.   The wind weathered at my shoulders, carrying the cries of the rustling leaves, the mellow wailing
The musician who sits alone, Counting, counting, every Beat, 1, 2, 3 - 4, 5, 6 - A raise of an arm, A light turns on, 1, 2, 3 - 4, 5, Breathe - And Life begins -
  No Wi-Fi Signal :( Originally called the World Wide Web Has now become something we can't bear to live without The Internet, something almost everyone has used before
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