Today was a wonderful day. We went singing in the park and there was nary a person around. Singing songs can let your voice and emotions be free. Freedom is the necessity for self-growth. So singing can make yourself sprout from a little bud into a Coniferous tree. Singing could be called my one true passion. I love to make songs and sing already made songs. Songs that are already made up are easier because they don't need more lyrics, but new lyrics make things more interesting.

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