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The rain had been falling relentlessly since sunset, drumming against the rusted roof of Ashwood
Every story begins with an arrival and ends with a departure. Between those two moments,
I sing the song of equality�There is none greater, or nothing nobler than manNo disunion
A creation worth millions, Given to hundreds and billions.A gleam of mystic, A spark of
The snow arrived without a sound,A white confession from the sky.It covered every broken path,As
A sense of paternal affection, after all, demands expression. An emotional man cannot suppress feeling,
Like a green veil draped, the silent woods arise,So fades my soul within the deep
The first time I saw her after years, she was no longer seated across a
In the afternoon, just after the long wait for you had ended,We would set afloatOur
Continuous rain for four days had turned the city into a damp, dark sponge. For
Deep within the slumbering town, who sounds the waking shell?Rights are weeping silently, where mire
In a hidden valley beyond the silver mountains, there was a tiny village called Willowbrook.
I celebrate lifewith a sadnessthat has not learnedlanguage.I stepped awayto unlearnmy name.I took a vacationfrom
In joyous times and songs of glee, no one comes to care,Without a selfish motive,