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If you hear what I hear when you listen to the wind,
The whispering of the trees and the leaves so green,
If see someone in the night whos not really there,
Who stands in the cold, cold damp air,
If you see or hear all this then you know how it feels to be
Different.
 
Posted: 2013-01-04 01:53:43 UTC

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