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May 28, 2010
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The color of the wind,
Can't ever beat the sound,
It carries when it's cold,
Of the time getting old.

And I think about the sun,
Leaves falling on the ground,
Rain washing away ash,
From the fire all around.

The color of your eyes,
Will never leave my mind,
Can't think everyday,
Cause the blue, gets in the way.
Counting every stone,
Walking down the stream,
The color of the wind,
Will never fly through me.

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