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When the moon is on the roll and stars hanging by my soul state rest when tired, sleep beneath the palm of the sea, enhancement is born and frowning days are humbled. The wounds within heal is the reformation I feel, and all the pain is killed. The coldness took a one waste troll. Now I feel like home. Where lovers form shadows, rain valleys, where my soul resides like angry stones and ocean scary tides drowning all my hopes
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