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PACE
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Cold wind, warm colors
The perfume of wood death in the air
spirals of life rising to the
azure sky
Leaves falling proud from sleeping trees
Spicy hues blanket the earth
feathery winds turn icy fingers
crystalline silence
hushing the fiery sight.
The perfume of wood death in the air
spirals of life rising to the
azure sky
Leaves falling proud from sleeping trees
Spicy hues blanket the earth
feathery winds turn icy fingers
crystalline silence
hushing the fiery sight.