Far Away

Two loud children throw rocks at the birds.

Cars come and go,

But I stay here looking at the world

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I hear laughter, I hear the sound

Of a tiny life falling — from the sky to the ground.

The innocent can be brutal sometimes

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.

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Frozen eyes can’t travel. I can’t destroy

This distance, but my heart

Dreams of you in a rainy country

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ML

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