#thoughts
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We weren’t higher than the stars Never near to infinity, There we stood tainted to our hearts Much alive in bleak valley, Faith sank in shallow ocean Lies sprung in shape of fern.
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The wind sings harmony of October. We light up candles, the sun runs to west. A spicy fragrance infilters our dull senses. Cookies and coffee on table, what more we need is books.
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The process to salvation is often troublesome because the mind chooses free will always.