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She did not live in vain for those times past,
Dreamed the taciturn sun caressing her body,
Her soft forms stir the fire into the sunset.
Was the only one to support the harassed tenderness.
She did not live in vain for those times past,
Dreamed the taciturn sun caressing her body,
Her soft forms stir the fire into the sunset.
Was the only one to support the harassed tenderness.
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