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AdriftIt's like jumping into waterand doing somersaults -this unsteady ground beneath me.I'm not trying to run away,though stuck on the point of actio..
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Cappadocia wakes up in the arms of April,The spell continues as dawn whispers softly.Balloons swell, filling the sky with color,Like a sprinkle of rai..
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