my friend
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the flower taking flight
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on end of any open field alight
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tell me the shadows standing still
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miss me just say that you will
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a month in passing never noticed you
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a month of passing time in solitude
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while at the base of yet another day, it's ok
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another month is standing in the way
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my friend
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like a needle stick your stem
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the skin of mother earth to prick
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it bleeds the blood of second thought
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indeed, regret slows the clot
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a silver start, a solitary dime
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could take apart, disarm this
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with a minute of your time, my friend
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Month In Passing
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| Yellow Second |
