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Created on: January 27, 2010
She has risen out of sight,
And glories' drops reflect her light.
The atmosphere is lush azul,
As streams begotten from a pool.
Reds and yellows tempt me now.
My aching heart reminds me how,
The morning isn't her for long.
I have to strain to hear its song.
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