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The midnight breeze escorts your pace, Grace in motion, my soul’s quiet praise. Might I dare to ask, if true, Who is the maiden with mohawk hue? I cannot bear to meet her gaze, The fairest face that steals the haze.
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May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 12:26 PM UTC
The Wind at Dusk
The midnight breeze escorts your pace, Grace in motion, my soul’s quiet praise. Might I dare to ask, if true, Who is the maiden with mohawk hue? I cannot bear to meet her gaze, The fairest face that steals the haze.
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F/Indonesia
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 12:26 PM UTC
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