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The moths all gather and dance around the bright lights While the owls hoot mournfully somewhere in the distant dark, And through it all The flowers bloom.
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
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The moths all gather and dance around the bright lights While the owls hoot mournfully somewhere in the distant dark, And through it all The flowers bloom.
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
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