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Jun 2017
Little red poppies,
all lined up by the wooden tracks

Little red poppies,
all stirred up by the passing Soviet train

Little red poppies,
all picked up by the children who carelessly played
Autumn Rose
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Autumn Rose  F/Where the roses wilt
(F/Where the roses wilt)   
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