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There is an echo of joy, grief and sorrow,
Each corner has new stories,
Stories that I long to listen,
Some stories are a secret.
I'm standing with the support of these walls,
These walls never leave me in my bad times.
These trees want to share their glorious past,
They don't find anyone who can stand and listen to them,
Their stories remain unheard.
This window help me to listen to  those unheard stories.
This place is peaceful,
Full of sounds and colors and memories.
This place is eternal.
                     - belongingness

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