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The Meaning Of It Alll
I had been there often
where time stood still
and the cares of life
were silenced by the sun
it's golden rays touching down upon
my quiet thoughts taking refuge
thinking how that nothing mattered more
not the busy streets
or the endless flow of people
chasing after passing dreams
while stray dogs slept
and beggars voiced their cries
I was captured by the moment
wondering to myself again
the meaning of it all.
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