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By soundandvision, Brooklyn, NY

The blackness of the moon
Will soon come to show
The sands of blue-gray desert,
And the seas will swell to escape
The dying beaches of the world.

I've travelled to the sun and back,
Deep burns caress my heart.
I've seen the past and
The future's quite the same,
Two seeds upon a wing,
Two years already gone.
Don't fade away like my dreams once did,
Rose petals shower me away.



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