Forest
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The wind is noisy in the forest. I found my only rest. And the leaves are singing for you and me, But you really wanted to go to the sea . I am your faithful servant I know what do you want But why don't you like this forest? This wondrous, beautiful forest?
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It just occurred to me that the forest is romantic and sad.
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2020-06-12 12:40:44
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