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Willow trees wept in a grassy glade Gold a glowing cloud sun fingers made Below quiet waters ran dark as death No sound no wind no summers breath.
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Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 1:19 PM UTC
Before the Storm
Willow trees wept in a grassy glade Gold a glowing cloud sun fingers made Below quiet waters ran dark as death No sound no wind no summers breath.
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Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 1:19 PM UTC
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