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Air transitions, hums tradition, shakes the park upside down. |
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A curious contrast, a coloring contest, brightly covers the ground. |
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Small things; they're all involuntary. My colors dim and vary and one by one fall from grace. |
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To my feet, they cling unintentionally from the front porch to the side street, dying happily, happily. |
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The sky has stepped out, my shade has come down. My shadow cannot withstand. |
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The sharp of its face trims my heart with lace. I flutter into the hands of circumstance. |
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Small things; they're all involuntary. My colors dim and vary and one by one fall from grace. |
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To my feet, they cling unintentionally from the front porch to the side street, dying happily, happily. |
