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A new season is flowing, and the grass is growing A new day will rise, and the pain we feel dies A new trip is upon, and we will leave at dawn
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
A New Time
A new season is flowing, and the grass is growing A new day will rise, and the pain we feel dies A new trip is upon, and we will leave at dawn
Hug-hes68
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19/M/Iowa
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
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