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As the birth of the morning escapes,
Nature dawns upon us it's beauty,
As the morning grows old and dies,
We mourn the death,
Beauty is such a quick thought.
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- | Submitted on 07/01/2011 |
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- Title: Alpha & Omega
- Artist: Rusted Over Wet Dreams
- Description: I started writing again, more so an ominous look at things.
- Date: 07/01/2011
- Tags: alpha omega
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- yay_its_molly - 07/23/2011
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This is wonderful. I love the contrast. 5/5.
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