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
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
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!
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