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NOVEMBER | CALANDRA BEGAY

NOVEMBER

CALANDRA BEGAY

Subtracting the days on the calendar Faster than leaves falling in November The wind blows colder

You can hear it in a picture The lantern can be seen a mile away but I’m here to stay Four seasons have passed And it is never the same

The cold nights are finally cold The warm night is finally comfortable The knife is never dull

Nothing is impossible I am forever yours

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