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The sky is a river Silver hairs decorate it’s crown: A ruby here, an opal there Whisks of sunlight everywhere Golden hues, baby blues The sunset gives us clues But how do we search for what We have yet to know? What do you think snail shells, cow bells & the sublime of our milky way all have in common? A sequence in numbers that lead me back to you
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
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The sky is a river Silver hairs decorate it’s crown: A ruby here, an opal there Whisks of sunlight everywhere Golden hues, baby blues The sunset gives us clues But how do we search for what We have yet to know? What do you think snail shells, cow bells & the sublime of our milky way all have in common? A sequence in numbers that lead me back to you
tina-marie
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
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