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Sun long gone
Street lamps are up at task
Night is unusually dark
and its brutally cold
Heaven has opened it mouth
and wafers down the softened jingles
Wow, it falls down in soft flakes
like dandelions in the air
I retire to bed in heavenly bliss
and dream myself in heaven
I wake up brightened
and I see the specks settled
I contemplate my musings
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