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The ocean is singing of your arrival,the birds ask me to come along. The trees are swinging, Sing to me that same old song. My eyes are shining The desert speaks of rain. I'll wait if you promise to come again. I will love you like it was meant to be . I'll be you and set us free. I won't play with you its dark outsidebreathe breathe to say you are alive
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