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Before the sun ascends Through dawn's first clouds. Hold on to the now pastel sky- Of a late November morning. Let the waking world below slowly warm your spirit, Play a song to soothe the pain / remember, but don't fear it- All this beauty of what is to come can only ever be made real When shared with those who understand Intrinsic- all you feel.
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Nov 25, 2023
Nov 25, 2023 at 7:30 AM UTC
For the Beauty Yet to Come
Before the sun ascends Through dawn's first clouds. Hold on to the now pastel sky- Of a late November morning. Let the waking world below slowly warm your spirit, Play a song to soothe the pain / remember, but don't fear it- All this beauty of what is to come can only ever be made real When shared with those who understand Intrinsic- all you feel.
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Nov 25, 2023
Nov 25, 2023 at 7:30 AM UTC
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