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air is heavy shallow questions gone at last the willows I remember all this wicked past now comes the golden time of dust and breeze meadowlark and pumpkin fire on the trees all things young do vanish stores of guilt and pride but some things wilt to color i think of things that died
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
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air is heavy shallow questions gone at last the willows I remember all this wicked past now comes the golden time of dust and breeze meadowlark and pumpkin fire on the trees all things young do vanish stores of guilt and pride but some things wilt to color i think of things that died
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Dec 25, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
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