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The crown of stars is heavy on the brow of passing night, Let every candle flicker now and celebrate the light. We count the silent winters and the teardrops in the clay, To whisper this congratulation on tblooming day.
The crown of stars is heavy on the brow of passing night, Let every candle flicker now and celebrate the light. We count the silent winters and the teardrops in the clay, To whisper this congratulation on tblooming day.
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