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Along the edge

















Gusts of wind began to feel strong from the west
Dried branches began to scatter on the white sand
I walked along the edge and trying to find a pearl
But there is only white sand buffeted by the waves


And then myself getting restless when I am thinking about her
I sit down and write her name on the white sand
I write her name slowly by surely
And a drawing of heart around it

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not valid

like the sound in the crowded place
like the sands in the middle of desert

who's care?
do you?

 
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