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Never have I smelled the fresh growth of a rose, or the purest scent of the gass as it`s been cut so low, and how the warm breeze carries all of nature scents to my nose, where was I before?I just don`t know. I`ve never heard the birds cherp so sweet, or the laughter of children as they play so hard, and the pidder padder of their tiny feet, remembering is a dream of the heart. Then I waken wrinkled with age, my brittle bones weakend with pain, sitting in a four wheeled cage, wanting so much to dance in the rain. Never have I heard a voice so soft, come with me-stand and walk, then my pain was gone with her touch so soft, my angel came to me and so I walked.

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