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The fresh breeze,
The ocean air,
The wind blowing
Through my hair.
The flower's scent,
The butterflies pass,
As I'm sitting here
On the grass.
The birds chirping,
The sky is clear,
It sure is
Peaceful here.
But something's missing,
Something's wrong,
Somehow I feel
Like I don't belong.
The butterflies play around the flowers,
The fish stay in packs near the kelp,
The birds sing together in the trees,
And I'm here watching it all...by myself...
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I guess I just have
nothing to do...