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Forehead
What do you know of the fresh dawn melee dreams plies
When the silent night withdrew its veils of mist winter winds bronze ?
Or revois- t u these colorful distant azure at the advanced ages
runners ? I follow your haughty revolt proud forehead times !
How many years calling your halo in his heart for his happiness
But the sea is still growing scum.