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It can't be summer, that got through;
It's early yet for spring;
There's that long town of white to cross
Before the blackbirds sing.

It can't be dying, it's too rouge,
The dead shall go in white.
So sunset shuts my question down
With clasps of chrysolite.

this one is specially for Z ... you probably know why :)


Awesome seeing you back. Fixed ? Really like the new stuff.
why thank you :) yes its fixed ..
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