Keep on Walking
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Wednesday, June 1, 2011
nothing was you
And maybe you never meant a thing.
As in the sandy beaches,
You're just one of the particle of sands.
Just one of the straws in a haystack,
And just one of the swaying leaves on a coconut tree,
That's who you were.
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