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Lost in a Portuguese Galaxy
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Dark
Torn shades
Yellow, yellow.
Face thy wind,
tis never mellow.
Hold it tight
away and sore.
It runs far
the pain is more.
Candy sweets
and sticks to play.
Just close them up
I'll go away.
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