I see trees brushing the air. I want to be out there, where my life started, but I can no longer be, for I am departed. I gaze through the window to the gates of my joy and happiness, knowing one day I will be liberated from this captivity. 15 years of waiting, but one day I will receive the gift I desire. 15 years I say, only 15 years till I go away.
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