allineedishappiness

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  I look out into the congregation of individual souls, Temporarily blinded by the whites and yellows on the horizon, A feeling of peace and content;
Let me wander down to the water,  let me climb over rocks,  let me lie in the stream until I remember what I forgot,  and the birds they're singing hidden away in the trees, 
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