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The road are getting shine during the winter...
The trees are getting dry during the summer....

These are some of the seasonal truth things that I just notice when I woke up.
As I flying to sky, clouds are sinking into the sunshine.

Winds are whistling around the mountains.
Winds are whistling along the dry streets.
As I'm strolling along the crying beach.

Wake me from the tears.
Take me away from the fear.
My Dear, with your strengths if you can.

When I hear the quiet rhythm again, I would try not to be falling again.

lynnnay@2009

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