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In the din and endless motion, Her eyes liberate all the shadows, A flair of grace and a warm glow, And a painful sight of crippling sorrow, A dark space so vast in a gentle soul.
In the din and endless motion, Her eyes liberate all the shadows, A flair of grace and a warm glow, And a painful sight of crippling sorrow, A dark space so vast in a gentle soul.
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