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Arbitrary
During Fall, I sat in the local parched garden,
On a cold bench of brass;
The birds were not chirping and somehow I found it peaceful.
It was in the midst of my reverie—
Came a little girl with...
On a cold bench of brass;
The birds were not chirping and somehow I found it peaceful.
It was in the midst of my reverie—
Came a little girl with...
