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Monday, January 30, 2023
The stars are not clinging
The stars are not clinging
And I cannot take root
They spin in the darkness
As I slip on my boot
At the end of rainbows
There’s not a pot of gold
Ponce de Leon’s search
Is a myth we’ve been told
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