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May 3
At the time of the hour
The moon brightly stood by the night sky
Peeking through the thick cloud
Shines those paths to be guided

Cold wind howling woefully
Leaf softly dancing under the tree
Looking away, far from home mindlessly
Lost, empty heart
Sleepypanda
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Sleepypanda
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