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November carriage
In the early morning
Grey November
there was a
Trail sheets
In the office
Where the woods
Fall behind the
Noted drafted
Paper legionnaire.
I pave my way
To the frost date
In fieast to
Moon flare
Today the
Night crawls
In to sing wind
Of sun .
Grey November
there was a
Trail sheets
In the office
Where the woods
Fall behind the
Noted drafted
Paper legionnaire.
I pave my way
To the frost date
In fieast to
Moon flare
Today the
Night crawls
In to sing wind
Of sun .
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