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trees
I see the trees,
as they move with the breeze.
there's birds, and bees.
I watch a deer run through the trees.
there's grass,
so green.
your living in a world,
where so much is unseen.
as they move with the breeze.
there's birds, and bees.
I watch a deer run through the trees.
there's grass,
so green.
your living in a world,
where so much is unseen.
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