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There Is Life On The Rocks Under The Rain



A Glaring Sun In The Blue Sky



Nature living at the end of its goodbye,

Built the birth of greenish will on rockabye,

How far may the rise of Life away from sway,

The end only begins to live a day for a mayday,

Watering was the tears of heaven for mildly lost,

Wetting the one hoped for nothing similarly lust,

Wearing what soils meant to anonymously last,

To be, or not to be a bee that will be, to a tee.

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