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Feb 2020
Trivial and tribulations
The hollow of her hearts still shines;
Under moon light dripping sweetly,
Escape from your inclines.

Bastille trumpets a song aloud
To golden fields a maize we carve
Our minds imparting solitude
To hold the lands again we’d starve
So still the moon light pours.
n0r
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