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vers libre
it is cold and flowers are
d y i n g
becoming
w
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d
memories
leaves
d.r.i.f.t.i.n.g
and rain is
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
and the river flows like a stream of glass
the grass is f a d i n g
and birds are
FLyiNg ~~
away ........
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