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Red birds dancing from branch to branch, their melodies filling the air, Simple consciousness brings peace, love at it’s basic level of vibration, All the while higher levels of beings surround and are filled with despair,
Thump thump said the summer rain Once upon a time I was glad you came Your touch reminds me of the wind Of the moss and the trees
Secrets will be the death of someAnd if not physically then mentallyWe shouldnt keep secrets from our loved onesIt will scorn even the most forgiving, of course unintentionally
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