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marpaiI lived someplace not long ago much greener than here,
Where the scent of the ocean would waft up from the rocky shore, and over hills, and through the dense of spruce trees, and into my open window, where air-to-face the saltiness met me
It lingered cool,
Where I kept my blinds up but let ease fall upon me, those fresh smells, and the quiver of wind blown spruce-needles
Slight as not to disturb the peace,
my senses never overwhelmed
Except for when gravel would crunch and a car go by
But all faded well and silent again
And that was the day, then
And I was alone, then
And I was happier, then
And I didn't think I'd miss it so, back then
Where the scent of the ocean would waft up from the rocky shore, and over hills, and through the dense of spruce trees, and into my open window, where air-to-face the saltiness met me
It lingered cool,
Where I kept my blinds up but let ease fall upon me, those fresh smells, and the quiver of wind blown spruce-needles
Slight as not to disturb the peace,
my senses never overwhelmed
Except for when gravel would crunch and a car go by
But all faded well and silent again
And that was the day, then
And I was alone, then
And I was happier, then
And I didn't think I'd miss it so, back then
