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Becoming
Like falling snow on the river
sounds of silence
echoing
moon shining
a perfection for my beloved
the remnants of her presence
never escape for what I have become
sounds of silence
echoing
moon shining
a perfection for my beloved
the remnants of her presence
never escape for what I have become
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