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As I
as the green grass waves
and bends to the wind
as the tree tops sway
echoing again
as the night moons gleams
down onto the earth
as i sit on this bench
looking to the earth
How is this a life
simply feeling dead
living for tomorrow
with nothing else but dread
The hearts of all the children
seem to be so strong
yet mine here is broken
shattered like a song
So as the night moons gleams
and the living trees do sway
as i sit on this bench
a frozen look on my face
