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| Wanderstill Ode |
Light, sun, and
memories.
Time flies. And we are back, again and again. It floats, it sways, it
burns inside.
Pains of the past, smiles of the present.
Pains of now and
futures unknown.
One day, one day only.
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| Wanderstill Ode |
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