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Times endless call.
 
Her smiling blue skies do not disguise
the sense of sadness in her eyes,
As her music dies away
and shadows are at play,
Summer slips to Fall
time’s endless call
Whispered time
so playfully,
Rhyme.

By 33whitby4654

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