Beings of brightness, shapes and sound
Peering out across the gold shimmery vistas,
Beautiful city creatures still wandering around,
Go quietly now, the sun to moon whispers.
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From the many fields of green and gold,
From bright and wintery days of old,
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Comes the blushed liquid of a faraway vine,
Perfectly poised and ready to shine.
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Truly Rosé – Be The Bliss