drums along the side-
walk buckets upside down they
beat and sing echoing
words sunrise to dark and I
slip through sound gazing at sky
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She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
drums along the side-
walk buckets upside down they
beat and sing echoing
words sunrise to dark and I
slip through sound gazing at sky
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