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Apr 2012
"It's cold," She said.
The stars, they laughed.
A frown marred her pretty face.

Esteem now dead,
The time, it passed.
Her eyes picked up the waste.

"You're mean," She dared.
The sky, it fell.
Her words died on the breeze.

"Not now," She cared.
Her eyes, they tell.
The truth dies in the seas.
Tins Nox
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Tins Nox  Neverland
(Neverland)   
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   Mariya Timkovsky
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