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Dreamer

Do you hear the wind whispering your name each night as the moon rises to touch
the sky. Holding on to a simple promise that we’ll meet again. In a world far from home,
where pain doesn’t exist. Where life brings us to believe.And death brings us to see.

Dreamer

Do you hear the wind whispering your name each night as the moon rises to touch
the sky. Holding on to a simple promise that we’ll meet again. In a world far from home,
where pain doesn’t exist. Where life brings us to believe.And death brings us to see.

Julianna Rackley, 17

Issaquah

 
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