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Apr 2017
Mmmmmm...
At dusk when the
moonflowers show their
faces to the silver stars.

Mmmmmm...
At dawn when the
monflowers hide their
faces from the golden sun.

Mmmmmm...
You will find me
under the shadow of the willows,
dreaming of him as he recites
verses of poetry to me.

Mmmmmm....
Autumn Rose
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Autumn Rose  F/Where the roses wilt
(F/Where the roses wilt)   
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