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A troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
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It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.
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If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
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The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. will you carry the burden of their lameness?
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Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
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Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
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Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
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