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The blazing, burning heat. The sun, turning the world dry. The bliss of spring is complete. The ground, waits for the clouds to cry.
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
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The blazing, burning heat. The sun, turning the world dry. The bliss of spring is complete. The ground, waits for the clouds to cry.
zane-stotts
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
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