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Whispering The Sun

The sun rose the other day and shined a light on what was is and should be
It said go on move on march on journey on travel on
Time keeps spanning and waiting no more for getting over a funk or showing what you mean to me
Packing placing plowing plundering promising promoting providing preventing permanent
It said go on move on march on journey on travel on
Dreams waiting knowing missing hoping wanting realizing needing fulfilling
The sun rose the other day and said to go

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