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Gaurded tree grove

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The wind that blows the dust out of my empty heart
Will anyone ever see me truly the way I am
To fill the hollowness that resides in my chest
Do people see me the way I see myself
Or am I shadow locked away from sight
Will I ever be happy
Who really knows
To replace my guarded heart inside my protected tree grove





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