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The flowers on the Meadow never have a Voice

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The flowers on the Meadow
will never have a Voice
They rustle in your Mind
When beauty is a Choice
Slip into the Sky
as Earth dips Nearby

My only earthly Fear
Do they ever miss a Year
The Seasons change quickly
Sping midsummer and Fall
The flowers change color
and I miss them All.

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Written by Johndavisnearby

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