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In the east.

 
By the river of webb
Where the days are
Over, I read books
Of the forlon fair eve
In the night where the
Desert moon lurkes
 By the days are
Over ,yet again the
Passage of tales
Of cakes and pizzas.
Written by AlisVolatPropriis8
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