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Sad. Of course, I know there come the days, when from dusk to dawn, one shall see but only one. Mother calls it the “days of Awakening”, such...
I would sing to you, Ceaselessly, like the Ocean waves sings to the daffodils. Like the clock, lives to tell time, So was I crafted of the calmest...
