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Hello. |
Oh look at the myriad cascade of dying flowers,
Auburn and burning of fervid flames...
Sweet drops of blissful memoirs washed across a...
Eyes no longer serene; beauty had not even an...
At dawn I took the train,
The train to the gates of my own path...
Why twilight is the saddest, I will never know,
Crimson light, weak sun glows...
Sing along thy blessed rhyme
Words taken by the everlasting scent...
Oh look at the myriad cascade of dying flowers,
Auburn and burning of fervid flames...
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Without dreams, we have no future. |