October
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My songs will touch the skies,
I know they will.
They have to go somewhere,
Nothing disappears,
It just shows up in a different location than you first thougt.
Like the water in a lake,
Like when you've lost something in your room,
Like the bodies of those who have left us.
They're not gone,
They're just somewhere else.
My song are a way to communicate with those who left me.
They will reach the skies.
I know they will.
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