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Aug 2020
Oh dear August,
Your time will be almost up
The bells will start ringing
The leaves will start falling
Oh dear August,
The sun will be hidden
Behind the fluffy clouds
And I will be sitting on a bench,
Watching the birds fly away
While I will mourn the death
Of the dear summer
Written by
bubblyflower
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     Zoi Ardens, Travis Green and Ivana
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