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When the paintbrush of the day is tucked away and the sunset dipped in the forest of the night the moon wanes and waxes down the hills of stars   atop that shady wrap. Who peeps in where the sleeping beauty wakes is any one guess nor it's a amateur's business. Far from the half lit astral canopy any bucket lowered   deep down on the ground into a barrowed well of colours comes up with a Joseph of Cannon the firesome story goes on. The same fire burner is also the same fire extinguisher Alexander the Great intrigued life water cool serene cup of Ab-e Hayat elixir!
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Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 11:55 AM UTC
Well of Colours
When the paintbrush of the day is tucked away and the sunset dipped in the forest of the night the moon wanes and waxes down the hills of stars   atop that shady wrap. Who peeps in where the sleeping beauty wakes is any one guess nor it's a amateur's business. Far from the half lit astral canopy any bucket lowered   deep down on the ground into a barrowed well of colours comes up with a Joseph of Cannon the firesome story goes on. The same fire burner is also the same fire extinguisher Alexander the Great intrigued life water cool serene cup of Ab-e Hayat elixir!
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Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 11:55 AM UTC
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