Friday, August 1, 2008
The rustling of the whispering wind tried to entertain the heart that shouted without The voiceThe rustling of the whispering wind tried to calm the heart that Struggled ...The rustling of the whispering wind dropped the foliage accompanied the trip without The directionNo use, at this time In vain tried Entertained A Person I only sat Fell silent without Came up The rustling of the wind again
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