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slent 2

lost in the breeze; its me she comes to see, 
flees the scene of routine, seems to appease the ache of being, 
helps a man to see that all is not daydreams,
warm and smiles before she leaves, should we all be free? 
with a mind fixed not here but where all will be,
do i really want room for time for me? 
racing for first in a race never concieved
why bother but not for bothers sake
her eyes, her words sent to believe, that all the hate, all the fakes, 
are not ur mates, but u wont know till time takes
or is it just me? but still its me she comes to see...
no care for what may be if not for wrath of what others read
anyway, i guess warm and smiles are all i need, 
so pleased to be the one who found her lost
or be the lost whos somehow found
in a place we should not be, but then.....
where else would u find me??? :)

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