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Partial sun opened this crocus up.
"When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale
I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide"
::Copyright © Sue Anne Rush - Images may not be reproduced for commercial purpose without written permission
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