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jazzy_daveSunshine and showers
and droopy forlorn flowers
Pass the mundane hours
From the view of the towers.
And so it shall be
Amidst the crashing scree
The end of destiny
And whatever will be.
The last embers that glow
Towards the end so slow
The seed of time is low
That ends the mortal flow.
and droopy forlorn flowers
Pass the mundane hours
From the view of the towers.
And so it shall be
Amidst the crashing scree
The end of destiny
And whatever will be.
The last embers that glow
Towards the end so slow
The seed of time is low
That ends the mortal flow.
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