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Sunlight varnishes magnolia branches crimson The pastel colored blue above our heads Perfect worldly green gardens lay lovers Smiling beings pleasantly at the Gates This is not your place, the angel said Wake up! I suddenly opened my eyes In this pitch black darkness It's too late to hope It's too late to pray With a soul like mine
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
My Soul
Sunlight varnishes magnolia branches crimson The pastel colored blue above our heads Perfect worldly green gardens lay lovers Smiling beings pleasantly at the Gates This is not your place, the angel said Wake up! I suddenly opened my eyes In this pitch black darkness It's too late to hope It's too late to pray With a soul like mine
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
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