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Jan 28
The soul comes alive
when the mind goes to sleep,
it burns and it thrives
when no longer mind’s keep.
In our absence they sing,
the tolling bells ring,
and if earth ends its course,
they’ll still bloom in the spring.
Written by
Katie be my darling  20/F
(20/F)   
48
   --- and Temporal Fugue
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