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the
wind is blowing outside
i can hear the tree as it rubs against the house
the leaves rustling in the trees
the wind chimes ringing
inside
the house is quiet
with only the fan
and the tapping of the keys
the
only sounds to disturb the silence my head
is filled with questions
my heart filled with sadness
the things that were said are past
and i won't resurrect them with a reply
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