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Jul 2014
Old owl calls for a dark night
With distant howl of the wolves
pale figure lingers in the bushes
Jst another day of life
The same motion of earth
the same spark of the old diamond ring
I look at the distantΒ Β hills
Nothing has changed except u and me
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   --- and Adele
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