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A morning walkthe sun is ever slower across the bluest sky
a wind in mourning whispers: we're all just passers by when sweet summer takes a brush to her golden hair autumn kisses roses on her skin so light and fair the ocean swells and hides things forever lost soon our lush summer gardens are taken by the frost the dusty road passes fields of barley and of oats in early morning bliss my soul to heaven floats
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