Walking through seasons…
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Undulating flakes of frost frazzle bout the winter…
Rest herein you Godwin villiage…
Like Vacant and Empty forms…
Stumbling through summer morning with some heavy bumble…
Tick tock, tick tock sounding…
Humming, it ruptures the aether…
Forever turning over within an immortal tempest…
Water drops from dark…
Ah the scraping of timeworn tabletops…
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