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May 2015
We all came for the setting of the sun,
Spread amongst the cliffs above the open blue,
Our eyes set on the East and the Western
Wind flowing behind Gia's tide,

Taking a slow-dive into the sea,
Colours were opened produced only by dreams,
We watched it fall into the depths,
and close for its sister, Moon.
Paris Raine
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Paris Raine  London, England
(London, England)   
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