count less s now f lakes have t ouched my s kin only to evapo rate be for e my e yes sym phonies of so und have re sonated with in only to van ish in a sigh ring flowers have in toxicated me only to dis app ear in autumn ski es the sweet ness of love has g raced my lips only to be come p arched an d ry now it see ms all I can do is appreci ate each moment while it is dev oured by the mouth of t im e
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