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Nov 2017
Sweet Golden rung
You expel such beauty
then when day is done
Its like you never knew me.

Cradled glitter
Your left with out air
You night time sitter
Dew drops in your hair.

Bitter orange pulp peel
You tiresome fool
No time to heal
No time for you.

Echo Golden cast
You play life so stride
You live so fast
you've got nothing to hide.

Sweet golden rung
Your prepare such ember
When day is done
You never remember.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
(122/East Of EDEN)   
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   Lora Lee
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