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Red Flower
A red flower
on an eyeglass
and past sunset.
A true commense.
A light after another
and another
till late.
The fortune that stays
stays in rows that peep
peeps from within the upland
taken the rosy wit
and put into the
glassy eye
the heart sustain
as of fortunate things.
on an eyeglass
and past sunset.
A true commense.
A light after another
and another
till late.
The fortune that stays
stays in rows that peep
peeps from within the upland
taken the rosy wit
and put into the
glassy eye
the heart sustain
as of fortunate things.
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Red Flower
Red Flower