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May 20
Ever since the sky first spoke
And warned me of this new treacherous you

I cannot unsee or unfeel the feeling
That these trees here have become too small
And been too old all along

For the youthful being still growing in me
I must repair to another day
When such a sounding mind was but s song

And now I know that I'm too warm a day
For such a cold unbegotten breeze of you
Seanathon
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