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Squeaking of a pully                 rips the night in half   and a rope is hoisted up                         I watch the dew evaporate the grass made green                           and the trees blow in blinding solar wind
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Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
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Squeaking of a pully                 rips the night in half   and a rope is hoisted up                         I watch the dew evaporate the grass made green                           and the trees blow in blinding solar wind
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Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
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