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Empty rooms, empty time.
She's smiling alone, looking out of the window.
The wind carries all her problems, the stars wipe away her tears.
Something in the air told her to walk away, and when she standed up, she fell into a deep dream.
Her conscience started talking to her, and drove her to the woods.
There, the animlas seemed look at her like if she were their sister.
The sun toasted her skin, making her feel more alive than ever.
The heat of the rays seemed to whisper words of love, and she decided not to return.

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