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beccaxsos: The moment seems to hang and float
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beccaxsos: The trees, the sky, the forest fair Bring a flavor to the air
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beccaxsos: Sometimes when the evening's young The wind dies down, the setting sun
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beccaxsos: A fleck of dust upin the sky Where tiny clouds go sailing by
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beccaxsos: approaching a rift Through which I could spy several glimpses beneath Of the darkness the light from above could not reach
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beccaxsos: If we could see the many waves That flow through clouds
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beccaxsos: Whats the use in going fast? If you are not in a race. You'll find soon that everyone, Accepts a slower pace.
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beccaxsos: As words depart upon the breeze That quickly drifts away from here
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beccaxsos: silence contagious in moments like these
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beccaxsos: find peace within the emptiness
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beccaxsos: just sky
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beccaxsos: gone
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beccaxsos: going
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beccaxsos: gone ii
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beccaxsos: a moment after gone
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beccaxsos: Early Riser
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beccaxsos: early.
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beccaxsos: For so many troubled years In a cloud of doubts and fears
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beccaxsos: flags
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