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Oct 2020
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When time unveils it’s trickery,
The moon will show it’s hidden face.
We are all under the countless stars,
All are in the worldly compass of greed.
Just a thought
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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