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The music box plays Or the one I use to listen to The song that it sings Has been given up today To have
you hear what it may bring... The silence of the trees May you listen, may you look The substance of the crops The
serenity of the open seas... Can be like a father Sometimes you may need to take The warmth of a mother Sometimes you are the
giver... Is like a walk in a park The confusion will soon unravel Or you may even be in the dark. The question remains. You will
never be the same... In this very moment, I really am not very far The flower and it's scent Reminds
me that nothing is useless... Even if you are not free Even if you don't see me If I was comfort Would you provide This is why it seems I hide...
I pass
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