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| Moved across the time with unsuspected calm trough days by now suspended from an unsteady vista dance like sparks of lights thousand reflects of sea the memories of white cliffs then, where maidens and lads rushed towards the unknown thirsty for brimming life seething like ocean whirls. Now autumn covers me in the soft of my paces where silent drowse fogs but still dawdles a thought of nearly un minded sun |
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