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By Blue Song Date: 2001 Oct 17 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.17.23.38.26300]] |
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Imposibe this situation of she with me caught so on other fences, looking to each over distance, longing for what can never be. Blue birds swim in autumn air, fall colors bright without care, crisp this wind that blows betwixt stirring these fallen leaves. Nothing ever happend or ever can, though it did and ever shall remain across this distance between. |