Some stories end in alleys before they begin.
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The wind brushing my face gathers all forest musicians.
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Lightly, flourishing, and fifty.
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It's time, not later, not earlier
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Seasons change, yet my mountains and seas always remain
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Will firm to be me, no place for modesty
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Time steals recklessness, leaves me a few ideals.
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Even it's slightly dark, there's light from my heart.
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