Artrtsng, In the quiet of dawn, the Fool strides with mirth, Through fields of p
Some things that can only be whispered here.
artrtsng, In the quiet of dawn, the Fool strides with mirth, Through fields of promise, beyond the earth.
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artrtsng, In the quiet of dawn, the Fool strides with mirth, Through fields of promise, beyond the earth.
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