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But not a joyful one.
There are full of lonely trees and lonely grass,
As lonely as me.
The grass is so long,
Seems no one cares about it...I was sitting there in the lonely park,
Was thinking about of finding a path,
But life seems don't have one.
Everyone just walk though the park,
But no one ever come for it,
Or even no one knows there is the park.
Everyone is happy,
Because they never knows this story of the park...The park is lonely everyday,
It wants someone cares about it,
And it wants to know of there are any other ways.
It knows no one would care about it beside me.
We are best friends,
We both think people who has been left out should get together.
Nothing is perfect.
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