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Mist, crystals of the morning, Are gathering around the towering Skyscrapers, clinging to the window. Dawn alights her train And gentle Scatters hue. I leap from the window to fly with her.
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May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC
Dawn
Mist, crystals of the morning, Are gathering around the towering Skyscrapers, clinging to the window. Dawn alights her train And gentle Scatters hue. I leap from the window to fly with her.
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May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC
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