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The Sun and her beauty- Reflection and aid, In providing for plants As though she's the maid. Though don't take advantage, For she'll take a turn, She'll peel at your soul, Left with nothing but burns.
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
The Sun
The Sun and her beauty- Reflection and aid, In providing for plants As though she's the maid. Though don't take advantage, For she'll take a turn, She'll peel at your soul, Left with nothing but burns.
yasmin-arnavout
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
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