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It was a forlorn curtain That left us hidden from the sky But when the gray velvet lifted A winter sun flew high. Although farther in distance This winter sun keeps its mystic powers still – For I see grass … Continue reading
I used to wonder why we hale the purple mountains – But look and you’ll see; they’re covered by grape juice fountains.