In between days
The wind's changed. Oh the wind has changed! Oh shout from craggy mountains and valleys deep in cool-air stupor. How you twisted the yellow branches and out grew your green croppings of short lived leaves. The tracked ground's overrun and ruddy on yellow flowers, purple flowers, red flowers. Its the splatter of seasons that lifts my hips and the
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