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by Danny James
No, not the stars nor the wind though the trees regard you, this is not your escape. Pleasant is the sun but shines anyway. Nobody has to mind you. Even in the terribly cold and bitter reality of your own protection, but you do.
No, not the stars nor the wind though the trees regard you, this is not your escape. Pleasant is the sun but shines anyway. Nobody has to mind you. Even in the terribly cold and bitter reality of your own protection, but you do.