Memory...
There is a light Of mystical slice..
That falls on today or tomorrow's .. drill..
The good and bad for nothing to be..
Original odds of cellular silk..
My one and only phase of feel..
I do for distinctive style and see..
The lights and shadows of..
Virtual hills..
At the end and beginning.. bends of this..
Shimmering grass and little trees..
I breathe and exhale.. for nothing to be..
The reasoning about a farming fields..
That stands and settled down to wheel..
A cyclone and a springy chill..
The nostalgia of a colour code disk..
And a sanctuary of a resulting reel..
It comes and goes as original deal..
Around about this earth and plains..
The brilliant life and beautiful friend ..
Cheerful and a lively place..
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