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Flowers til Winter
A ring of roses partly knows.
Where trumpets, lilies, gladly goes.
To erst a while on the ground.
To sing a song without a sound.
Wind is running to livily stick.
As neat little dandelions yawn for tricks.
In revilry they all sway and smell.
Into the midnight winter dwell.
Where trumpets, lilies, gladly goes.
To erst a while on the ground.
To sing a song without a sound.
Wind is running to livily stick.
As neat little dandelions yawn for tricks.
In revilry they all sway and smell.
Into the midnight winter dwell.
Published 26th Jan 2013
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