The stars are falling like winter snow. The world, it\'s people, a circus show. Why do the rain cry, as It fall? The trees sing and dance, as winter fall. The moon shines at day and the sun reflects her light at night. The elements and nature reverse, an amazing sight. As the trees take to flight and the birds grow leaves. This showcase and mystic, I\'ll never believe.
- Authors: The BlackShakespeare
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- Finished: October 8th, 2021 09:00
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