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Jul 2013
When I think of it all
The Winter the Fall
They suddenly have greater meaning

When I think if it all
The Winter the Fall
I abruptly find myself dreaming

When I think of it all
The Winter the Fall
I strangely find myself screaming

"Oh Winter, oh Fall
You're right down the hall
But how can we end up meeting?"
Victoria LaRochelle
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Victoria LaRochelle
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