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I drown and drown in endless sorrow,
Sorrow of which, I cannot name…
Not one nor two I have in mind,
Stories of endless, countless pain…
What to do is the question right now,
The solution to which is nowhere around…
I feel life sucks in a weird way,
Of which and what I cannot say…
This isn’t a poem about a misery,
Nor does it rhyme to the funny tree…
It’s just thoughts penned down,
Cause I want to tread to the magical tree…
I just want to break and feel so free,
Want to go far, far away to the magical tree…
Can I get there is still a question on mind,
So what do I do its a far off sight…

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Where is my enchanted wood,
Of the books I have read…
Housing the faraway tree,
With different lands overhead…
Where is my faraway tree,
All crowded with folks so glee…
How do I reach it without a wand in hand…
Treading over softly and treading over land…
Lead me to it, in a magical way,
Help me to keep my sorrows at bay..

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Where is my magical faraway tree… 😦

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