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Moody Midsummer Reds


moody midsummer reds

Flowers will always wilt and wither,

All that has been will turn to dust,

Fire will too soon be just embers

And all that's new will one day rust.

But sweet decay is not disaster,

It's just a way to make some room,

For is there anything as beautiful

As watching something brand new bloom?


Erin Hanson


moody midsummer reds

moody midsummer reds

moody midsummer reds

moody midsummer reds

moody midsummer reds

moody midsummer reds

moody midsummer reds

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