Sunday, September 16, 2018

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Don't touch a soul
That has not heed the Voice
for time comes
When it cannot hide
When things fall apart
Don't fall with them
For they will fall
Like dew before dawn
Set to whither away
For time is a thief
It will rob those
Who marvelled too heartily
When butterflies
Colored the spring day bright

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