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The sun is a small paintbrush every morning it rolls with colour and paints at my home the first light exposes it as new as ever! Not by the Moon nor by the star but by me my home my planet earth!
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 9:41 AM UTC
The Sun at My Home
The sun is a small paintbrush every morning it rolls with colour and paints at my home the first light exposes it as new as ever! Not by the Moon nor by the star but by me my home my planet earth!
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 9:41 AM UTC
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