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To find to feel, to make unseen, Lost in an endless whispering dream. The winding roads were ever-present, Taking not the first, but second. My beating heart could only know, Which way the road could only grow. But in my soul I found once more, The gentle weaving river shore.
Creating Light By Writing The Night
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