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Passing (by Wildflower)
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Sittin' on the eve Of reality
Sky stretches to infinity.
Time goes by as life goes on
Poor mans poetry turned into song.
tree of life blooms and dies
Symbolic sensations fill my eyes.
New World turns into Old
the End is soon- as foretold.
Moving backwards into Time
The Love is yours, and divine.
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