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Oct 2016
From high & low the masses gazed
Traveled far, to see the view
An entire town stood watching
Waiting, the silence grew.
We could almost hear our planet turning
As a crimson shadow crept over the moon.
And I couldnt stop looking at you.
Written by
Amber Lake  Orlando
(Orlando)   
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