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How is it?

Why so sad? Is it for hope? Is it for war? Please tell me -- what is it for? I wandered long, I wandered far, but never have I seen such expression in those foggy stars. Your long hair like horse-mane brown. Yes! clearly you set apart. Just as leaves in summer winds you have encircling sound. Finally, am I there? "Did I arrive?", I ask. At green shores? Save havens? Shackles nowhere to see ... All I see is your infinity.

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