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Why do mirrors shine in the dying light If Ozymandius's gleaming bear spray Delves into the fading autumn leaves Then apocryphal demise will ensue. So I ask thee Where is thoust When the sicilian chess moves come We are pawns in this game of life I guess you can say The butterfly died
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
The death of the butterfly
Why do mirrors shine in the dying light If Ozymandius's gleaming bear spray Delves into the fading autumn leaves Then apocryphal demise will ensue. So I ask thee Where is thoust When the sicilian chess moves come We are pawns in this game of life I guess you can say The butterfly died
We need to raise more awareness for climate change!
GandyLamb
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
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