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Aug 2017
The clouds drop water
The moon pulls the waves
The sun burns hotter
And life turns into graves
The birds fly higher
The fish swim low
The earth spins without care
Of who will come and who will go
Lady ꓘ
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Lady ꓘ  F/CA
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   asia and Lora Lee
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