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Those houses are gold across the water citrine streaked and royally gorgeous a bit like mermaid hair under the boats there's a story i can't quite remember A little boy and the sun whom he loves every evening she'd paint the windows for a while they'd be a splendid kind of beauty to see 'oh what wonderful things must be behind that window' he had so much hope for things that disappeared but never failed to return
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Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 11:52 PM UTC
Primrose Water.
Those houses are gold across the water citrine streaked and royally gorgeous a bit like mermaid hair under the boats there's a story i can't quite remember A little boy and the sun whom he loves every evening she'd paint the windows for a while they'd be a splendid kind of beauty to see 'oh what wonderful things must be behind that window' he had so much hope for things that disappeared but never failed to return
(c) Brooke Otto
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Sep 15, 2012 at 11:52 PM UTC
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