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THE WIND

at the time, the road sounded like that of a man put on his defence
yet his own class is never heard

you were heard of the life.
our kind of life and dream of anything

to be is to read
to make is to make society

notwithstanding the frost of flowers, we come to the stage
little, other, finding, therefore generally laid

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