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It doesn't come
In the soft slow
Wind
In the morning sun
It comes
In the morning mist
It comes
In the darkness
Of the moon light
It comes
When one is
At one's
Lowest point in life
It comes
When one is
Weak
It Came
Well before
Your Ancestors
Were even Born
In the soft slow
Wind
In the morning sun
It comes
In the morning mist
It comes
In the darkness
Of the moon light
It comes
When one is
At one's
Lowest point in life
It comes
When one is
Weak
It Came
Well before
Your Ancestors
Were even Born
Published 17th Sep 2023
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