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| At brinks of the heaven Silence fills brinks of the heaven like a tune. Crumbs of stars are bright and heavy. Peck them, Moon! Sounds sleep. Nobody hears Strings by night. Darkness rocks ether to here over lights. The dawn is near and impending, next day’s breath. And the World is never ending, has no Death... |
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