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It whispers against my skin, soft wind trails all over me
The golden sunlight surrounds me making me feel complete
I see milkweeds stroll past me, flowing with the soft wind
It is I who looks at the world and realises a lost of the human mind
Our life's are precious, soon they will be lost and gone
A rain drop slithers down my window
The tree's leafs glides with the wind
These all mean many things, but are important to our way of life
The world pauses, slows down... and ends with a flash of my life



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