Sometimes there is something else that happens.
And you have to go through that.
But after that.
There is always room for good.
Strange looker. What do you see? 
More then your share.
Found. Lost. Stolen. Given. Taken. Recovered. Do you know where the rest of your heart is?
Thunder tree I can hear you.
Believe it or not... but I still think about you.
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