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Nov 2015
Those were the best times
The old times
Where we never laughed & mourned in a sitting

Only sunshine
No rainfall
Till caught up the hurricane

It destroyed our ritual
We couldn't make new
For too few of us made it out in one piece

Now we've been broken
Set apart
So far that no glue can fix us

All thanks to that hurricane
That revealed our differences
And hid the similarities

All thanks to that hurricane
That snuffed out our link
And our light
Florence Maude
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