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I sit here under this tree,
wondering if you think of me,
writing down every milk and cranny,
hoping I don't sound too canny.

As the sun seems to fade away
thoughts become a cross to bare
misery like this is a bit unfair,
my emotions have just gone on field day.

Yet even with these tears I cry
my heart is strong and this is no lie,
as the day ends and im all alone
I become stronger, my heart has grown.

by Javier Falcon

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