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Nov 2015
Times where the sun is not there
So I do care and it blows in the air
Flowers in the sky blow with care
Let's feel how it pushes in the flair
To see the day pass me by in the air
Wave the breeze like and ocean wave
To see the new side of the cave
Don't be so fool by this heat
It feels so warm like a beat
Can you see the whole street
Or is it like you being fresh meat
The roara of the lion is in the seat.
Maria Williams
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