One Golden Evening Sunset.
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Rebecca Navarre
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When October lets her leaves
fall. Strong winds will blow,
and call. Sands will slow, and
stall. And then I am, where. I
was once again. When on this path
I find. What was once, pushed ahead,
now steps behind. Clocks stop, and
her hand unwinds. To relive again,
this age in time...
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