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Quietly, I lay on the field
The wind blowing over me, I can feel
The sound of birds chirping in the trees,
With the feeling of spring's cool breeze
Reflecting on the day,
It can be easy to get lost along the way
But if we find our reason to survive,
Then no matter what, we shall thrive.
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