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Apr 2014
The crystal clear glass,
Separates from me, out there,
The wondrous things.

The delicious taste,
Of sweet grass on my palate
Like the first candy.

Singing out, the birds,
What do they say, I am deaf,
For the window that...
Written by
MadAllen
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