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Love through all,
Thus a merger of time
And lapse of crowd
Will howl within the shore
A fish worded me;
Nothing has its meaning
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Of yore landsAnd children,All unknownTo the sereneThat withers in night,Of yore watersAnd harvests,All heaved onThe hardly-leftUnspoken,Oh, sun andNor..
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