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Sep 12
12 September 2021

When you are a mountain, no hill to climb.
When you are a mountain, stars mill your time.
When you are a river, water clear falls.
When you are a child, you hear my call.
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     ryn, N, Indeed, Imran Islam, Chandler and 5 others
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