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The quiet rustle of the leaves
I am at peace over the seas 
The welcoming and gentle breeze
I’m soaking up the way it feels 

My grandma’s garden and her tea 
The apple tree, the little bee 
The timid buzz, come on! Come see!
I’m five years old, I’m fun, I’m free 

The sun is blazing, it’s july 
The big blue sky, oh let me fly!
Being there could be my high
It was a home, was kind, was mine 

But coming back to there 
There was no care, it left me bare
So much was broken, no repair 
It stunk of sorrow, of despair

Outside was mild, it was cold
And my poor grandma’s getting old 
I want to cradle, want to hold 
But nothing comes, a dead-end road

I am fifteen, I’m angry, sad 
And nobody can understand  
The way I feel, my back was stabbed
That drained all of the love i had 

My home is ruined, broken down 
It’s just as blue as this old town 
Where is my place I once had found?
It’s gone, it’s buried underground

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