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Breezes of the wind, I feel it Massaging my scalp, tranquil I feel.. My mind, my heart, my conscious, all one I feel like souring, my soul, my guide Spreading the wings of my entity, falling to the mercy of destiny
I meet a man today. I have known him before. Maybe it was in a past life. He was a simple man of simple means yet he knew of the world. He knew about its wonders and its horrors.
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