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Even a life-long prosperity, is but one cup, of warm chocolate, A life of fifty-six years is passed in a dream. I know not what life is, nor death. Year in year out — all but a dream. Both Heaven and Hell are left behind. I stand in the moonlit dawn, free from clouds of disparity, I feel my inner child rise from it, As I contemplate the dawn, transform to a varm and bright sunny day. Goy Wiblemo © 2024 | ||||||||||||||
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