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even spirits die

in rusted dry decay

no more chocolate time

or honeysuckle day

sun through wavy windows

walking on cold grass

close your eyes in wind

the apples and sassafras

chase great wondrous marvels

crave the time of kings

at the door you see

it was the little things

 

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