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May 2016
Trees are like painted in gold
Oh!how funny when it gets cold
All the trees with flowers in red
Talk to us like they are all dead

Cause sun is hiding behind the horizon
Leaving all of them behind to be frozen
But a voice coming beyond their sight
Tells them to welcome the reaching night
May
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     Keith Edward Baucum, ryn, ---, May, --- and 2 others
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