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Suddenly the sun has gone Away from the lilac skies The sky's black-blue Suddenly the sun has gone Away from the lilac skies The sky's black-blue I've caught the flu I've caught the flu of wintertime Incandescence through chlorophyll Visible via the clouds of mist Dew on leaves Woolen skin and Leather gloved fists New flowers bloom Dawn's the age of gloom The merry days of Yuletide And the days of never-ending nights Darkened alleys Seem like mountain valley My nose can't smell My throat can't speak Like the desert my skin is dry Fiery heaven These campfires Peanuts roasting I can hear their noise O! These days of sickened voice. I've caught the flu of wintertime Incandescence through chlorophyll Visible via the clouds of mist Dew on leaves Woolen skin and Leather gloved fists New flowers bloom Dawn's the age of gloom The merry days of Yuletide And the days of never-ending nights Darkened alleys Seem like mountain valley My nose can't smell My throat can't speak Like the desert my skin is dry Fiery heaven These campfires Peanuts roasting I can hear their noise O! These days of sickened voice.
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Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
Flu of Wintertime
Suddenly the sun has gone Away from the lilac skies The sky's black-blue Suddenly the sun has gone Away from the lilac skies The sky's black-blue I've caught the flu I've caught the flu of wintertime Incandescence through chlorophyll Visible via the clouds of mist Dew on leaves Woolen skin and Leather gloved fists New flowers bloom Dawn's the age of gloom The merry days of Yuletide And the days of never-ending nights Darkened alleys Seem like mountain valley My nose can't smell My throat can't speak Like the desert my skin is dry Fiery heaven These campfires Peanuts roasting I can hear their noise O! These days of sickened voice. I've caught the flu of wintertime Incandescence through chlorophyll Visible via the clouds of mist Dew on leaves Woolen skin and Leather gloved fists New flowers bloom Dawn's the age of gloom The merry days of Yuletide And the days of never-ending nights Darkened alleys Seem like mountain valley My nose can't smell My throat can't speak Like the desert my skin is dry Fiery heaven These campfires Peanuts roasting I can hear their noise O! These days of sickened voice.
#winter#cold#society#nature#rhyme#india
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18/M/UtopiaDystopia
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
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