"get it out", she said, "get it out and off your chest." "let it go", she said, "let it go so you can finally rest." "feel the breeze", she smiled, "feel the breeze so wings can flex." "breathe the trees, my child, breathe the trees to catch your breath." with open eyes, she loved, with open eyes she loved to dance. "just get it out", she said, "get it out, and you have a chance." hv 5/16/17
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