The Poem

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Everybody has their way of moving on

I've chosen mine, now i'm gone

Don't cry for me i'm not there

Just live through me, i'm in the air

The gentle breeze that caresses your cheek

The bright sun that lights your day

The shining stars that dust your dreams

|I've through me, for i'm there

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 04, 2012 ⏰

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