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Nov 2016
A season of cold winds and ice
is aproaching while you sleep...
You won't even feel it coming,
in your slumber six feet deep.

Seasons will change but you won't come,
no matter how much i wait.
Maby i'll bide here just a little bit more,
cause you always used to be late.
Bluebird
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Bluebird  in wonderland
(in wonderland)   
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