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Gray thoughts on the gray parquet road

She WOULD LIKE HIM
SO LONGER THAT THE WORLD AROUNDED GREAT ...
DO NOT WAIT, IT WAS AWAY, LEAVING IN LONELESS, YOURSELF
UMBRELLA-SIGN OF YOUR PRESENCE ...
COLORS OF LOVE,
BLOODY DROPS DREAMING ON SILVER BRIDGE
AND BRIGHTLY SPLITS OTTOLKNIVSHIS FROM HER LAST CRY ...

HE CAME…
BUT WAS LATE, THE WORLD AROUNDED SERIOUS ...
AND ONLY ITS UMBRELLA BRIGHT WRONG REMINED ABOUT THAT HERE IT HAD WAITED ...
BRIGHT RED ROSES, WHICH HE HAS BROUGHT
COLORS OF LOVE ...
THE COLOR OF THE PAST, WHICH HE HAD CRYED ...

TWO BRIGHT RED STONES ON THE BACKGROUND BY SIR ...

WHAT IS IT FROM THAT WE?

"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go

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