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Summer Dream

The desert sun is a deep orange.
We sit around the fire,
singing songs of a caravan
and crying for the dead.

Salamanders scramble from one home to another
Owls are hunting for prey
And we witness the circle of life.

We can hear the stars
and see colors dancing
above the rambling caravan
in our songs.
Written by jaqp (Azazel)
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