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JUST THOSE…
The breeze blew,
The waves gushed,
The sky changed colours
And many a cloud flew,
A thousand particles
Merged and floated,
Many a boat rushed,
The fish swam to and fro,
All passed by,
All went carrying a bit of me,
With all of them,
And you thought
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