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Apr 2018
In a dewdrop, in a tear
Under the light of stars time cradles a sorrowful desire. The way of the wind through trees, the way is to be quiet. It is not that the night isn't over. It is me who forgot how to dream.
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Edera
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       harlon rivers, ---, Sally A Bayan, ---, r A bentinck and 5 others
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