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I see a gentle globe, the winter sun The watercolour mauve has overrun Overhead it’s soft grey tinged with plum A blueness planetary makes our dome All the pink is falling,falling ,gone My heart is watered as the colours run
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I see a gentle globe, the winter sun The watercolour mauve has overrun Overhead it’s soft grey tinged with plum A blueness planetary makes our dome All the pink is falling,falling ,gone My heart is watered as the colours run
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