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Oct 2016
Oh how fragile,
Delicate and tender
One day broad,
The next day slender

From what direction
Might the wind blow
Ought not question,
For we do not know

We know but little
Only that we are
But that is enough
I don't have to go far

To see the great splendor
Of a starry night sky
And if the stars aren't out
I'll just look in your eyes
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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