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When I Die
When I die
Remember how I loved the smell of the earth after a rain storm.
Ill be there with you, breathing in the fresh sweet air.
Remember how I loved the smell of the earth after a rain storm.
Ill be there with you, breathing in the fresh sweet air.
Published 11th Jan 2017
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