I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze. — Scott Hastie

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze. — Scott Hastie

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze. — Scott Hastie

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze. — Scott Hastie

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze. — Scott Hastie

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.

— Scott Hastie

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