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timeth
lil ones tapping the
feet to feel my presence
and the labour of time
i was only the rustel of leaves in the
gate of enact of the cherished cherries
of the clean fortitude that dwells in wells
of march to be the brave and not complain
show the
full moon night of time reaps
as i lay rest beneath it .
feet to feel my presence
and the labour of time
i was only the rustel of leaves in the
gate of enact of the cherished cherries
of the clean fortitude that dwells in wells
of march to be the brave and not complain
show the
full moon night of time reaps
as i lay rest beneath it .
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