"If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "the bark on the trees were as soft as the skies". And as the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, it calls to the moon, "if only if only."
Tired of always being sad
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Don’t you hate it when you are super excited to see a band play in September but then you realize that it’s October and that October comes after September
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