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A great expanse of white, Tiny speckles, little grey spots The wind sweeps past invisible, Everything plain to see, everything hidden away ...
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A great expanse of white, Tiny speckles, little grey spots The wind sweeps past invisible, Everything plain to see, everything hidden away ...
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I dreamt of you last night. Such a strange,funny dream it was.You lived in the forest; in the woods. Where the mists would cover the tops o...
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I know I chat with you sometimes, Just random phrases, A good bye, a thank you, Take care of things when I'm gone. I've kept t...
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