She is away

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I saw golden trees,
Shining in the moonlight,
Wind caressing its leaves,
Such a beautiful sight.
I heard the wind sing,
Sing away my sorrows.
I felt the cold breeze rushing into my face,
It felt like a loving embrace.
I felt free looking at the airplanes,
Wishing if I could simply fly away.

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