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With an unfamiliar phrase, she reassured me.
the fact that clouds are always passing,
Additionally, the burden we are currently bearing
No difference will be made as the night becomes glassy.
We sat there with our legs crossed on the old grass,
Using silence as a form of communication.
The world slowed down, the atmosphere was pleasant,
A little cool and a little sweet,
And I wondered if she might be correct.
It's possible that this is where the bad days begin.
The softer ones, where you only breathe,
And leave it alone, whatever it may be.

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