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Streaks of an autumn sun
Against the ashen sky
Dots of yellow flowers
On the browning hillside.
Green fading 'round crimson leaves
Dry grass beneath my bare walking feet
I seek the blue
Of summer's endless sea.
The taste of sweet peaches
On his soft pink lips
Crackling fire
At our fingertips.
Hold at bay winter's cold snow.
Against the ashen sky
Dots of yellow flowers
On the browning hillside.
Green fading 'round crimson leaves
Dry grass beneath my bare walking feet
I seek the blue
Of summer's endless sea.
The taste of sweet peaches
On his soft pink lips
Crackling fire
At our fingertips.
Hold at bay winter's cold snow.
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