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the taste that is a southern wind light becoming snow warmth that is the mountain to the skies perfume mixed of evergreen and where the ocean goes light much more than stars (are in my eyes) who am I to tell you lest you never seek to know answers come as only you can find heaven (here) as angels we've forgotten what is real what is life (but love) the truth divine
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