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by Rachel Sep 5, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about death
A peaceful place. A resting spot. You see them lay here. But i do not. I see a sky. So clear and so blue. And as the birds sing.. They do too. A concrete slab. Never to be forgot. I see them play here. But you do not. You see sorrow. You take one glance. You don't look enough. To notice as the dance. A peaceful place. With a magic heart. Listen when they sing. Remember who they are.