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Its beams pull at the heart strings, each a different noise. No ray on a futile descent. All with purpose and poise. Each stream of light reinvents, the palette of colors our earth bares. Truly nothing compares.
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Apr 4, 2022
Apr 4, 2022 at 12:20 AM UTC
The Sun
Its beams pull at the heart strings, each a different noise. No ray on a futile descent. All with purpose and poise. Each stream of light reinvents, the palette of colors our earth bares. Truly nothing compares.
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Apr 4, 2022
Apr 4, 2022 at 12:20 AM UTC
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