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Jun 2020
As the heavy winds
With invisible hands caress the coconut trees
And the sky is painted orange
I walk to the little house.

And there I see
A reflection of you and me
I see the crown of dusk
Fading into evening grip of vice.
Written by
Somewhere over nowhere  17/F
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     Ale and Joseph S C Pope
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