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High sky dusty earth
four little girls on their way
to make something worth.
What rain, what sun?
no gaint could come
is what they told every little one.
No storm could stop them,
no flood could drown them
was the kind of friendship
they believed to have owned.
In the blink of the eye
the world tumbled,
left one behind with
mysterious questions in mind.
Oh! what came in between?
is now what i think
with only memories tosee
and tears in my eyes.
Waiting still till today
for the storm to calm
which destroyed my castle of
which we four were the charm

 


 


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