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when almost everything is quiet
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pushing the void
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the sparkling brilliance still remains majestic
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on the threshold of autumn, the wind rises
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stepping on hot coals in chaos
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imperceptible soft afternoon wind
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stealth flight
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memory strengthens me as I walk
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imagination can fill the void
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the lights move lightly
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but still numb
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healthy childhood
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end of a long journey
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ascending the steep slope
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a melancholic snapshot captured
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expansion of the perception of reality
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peace in dreams now
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the distant invisible
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postponed climb
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a new blossoming will come
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