dwelling
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Trees, the wind blows through them;
and all I hear is applause.
"What do you hear?" she asks,
"do you hear the laughter, and the happiness I do?
Do you hear the children playing?
To dwell is to reflect on the past
It can be good it can be bad
But the point brought up at last
Is what we can learn from what we had.
