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Nov 2019
Just look at the landscapes here
The grim sky touches the green and yellow trees
And this touch creates a shot of purple fire
I have to write it down
It's sad I don't know it's just a dream
If I did I'd stay here longer
But a train we're traveling in
Draws us into the world that's real
Written by
Basil Rubin  19/M/Ukraine
(19/M/Ukraine)   
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