June 11, 2011
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Willows with trunks hard as concrete
Surround a sweet meadow
the grass there is soft and lime
there is a waterfall in the
middle of this place
water running to win the race in the east
blue birds sing a melody
of sadness
A lily pink with golden rays
feeding it pollen and warmth
i play in this home away from
This is my soul and my song
My Mother is crying
My Father is weeping
And My brother just stands there
The Meadow is crumbling
now it is black
and i am in

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