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Apr 2016
Red is the color of our blood that binds our bond,
As we watch the sun set and rise.
Laughter and happiness caught us by surprise.
The grass we stand were wet with dew,
And the blue birds singing was nothing new.
After the storm of deep midnight blue,
Lies a rainbow with the colors you knew.
Traumeria
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Traumeria  16/F
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