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godmund's words |
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I feel it for myself all quiet all free all moments are now knees Long days and nights. Brave living becomes hopeless. flight from the tides She smelts her shoreside nest Freedom. the light can cruel you, but it changes you. to be clear that this is as immortal as we get You know, the rituals spiral without understanding. Straining Wellness in years |
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