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Freedom

Winter NightAmongst the snowy golden blue; An orange ball of fire lay; Which softly felt behind jagged hills; Proclaiming the recline of day.Winter Night
Every flaxen streak turned cold; A purple splash, it mingled with the gold; A dark blackness stealthily touched the trees; A silver breath- the leaves- it did tease
Crimson strokes began to fade; As inky spills over them did spread; A faint circle of lily hue; Became the icy moon, now in view.
A faint shimmer on the navy blue; The diamond twinkled as shadows grew; Fair beams of silk, the moon conjured; Whi
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