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Rebirth
- Julia Bellontine
- Feb 17, 2017
- 1 min read
The sun slowly sets and the chilly breeze blows,
I begin to lose faith in a new beautiful beginning.
The morning sun rises and the tree buds grow,
There is a new beautiful beginning.
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