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the air is full of dawn and spring
but i cannot read you now
day is done
to be able to see every side of every question
this ancient silver bowl of mine
when night drifts along the streets of the city
listen
my mother taught me that every night
for truth, for love
therefore i may not
let us pity those who are better off than we are

 



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