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My car climbs the road

To find a spot over the trees

And all the houses

Just to catch a glimpse

Of fraying clouds burnished gold

Slashed over mountains

A sunset, bright and bleeding

It’s a reminder

Things that might seem torn

Or damaged or shredded

Are still achingly beautiful

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    ACountryBoy

    Really like this

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