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Aug 2014
Remember the days
The spring ran full and your little hands found the earth
Moment and movement, creation and desolation
I'll shut out, and sweep the floor
The pathway cleared will have thrown out all we adored
Follow the sea
I'll find the beach beside your bed
Fulfillingly and willingly
Taking to
Leaving it to them
Follow me.
If I, will you?
Middle Class
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