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Grandma's Posies It Ends
Grandma's Posies It Ends
Ever present winds,
whirling dry leaves, go up high,
evening come. It ends.
To my parents, for my origins.
Grandma's Posies It Ends
Ever present winds,
whirling dry leaves, go up high,
evening come. It ends.
To my parents, for my origins.