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No one came back No one came back To help tend the Living Garden That all you started in Day One Soft, green, dancing grass Tall, wide, shady trees Cool, fresh, living air Flowing, rich, clear water *All This Left Behind…* But I thought we all were Strung together no matter if ‘twas a tug or a yank Lest it was a snip ‘Twas… The past flashed before me: Orange, Yellow, Green, White THEN Gray, Brown, Crimson, Black. for What? A garden hidden behind a hedge with vines drooping down from trees coupled with shoots, erected like iron bars in a prison Now only the X-ray can see Through the denseness Although Does not the number of revolutions the hour hand's had have a Say?
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
The Needle on a Mountain
No one came back No one came back To help tend the Living Garden That all you started in Day One Soft, green, dancing grass Tall, wide, shady trees Cool, fresh, living air Flowing, rich, clear water *All This Left Behind…* But I thought we all were Strung together no matter if ‘twas a tug or a yank Lest it was a snip ‘Twas… The past flashed before me: Orange, Yellow, Green, White THEN Gray, Brown, Crimson, Black. for What? A garden hidden behind a hedge with vines drooping down from trees coupled with shoots, erected like iron bars in a prison Now only the X-ray can see Through the denseness Although Does not the number of revolutions the hour hand's had have a Say?
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
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