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All Those Who’re Lost
All those who’re lost aren’t there from wandering; some are asleep, and dream of squandering times and places they’ve not been, describing wonders they’ve not seen. All those who’re lost aren’t there by accident; some choose confusion, it’s self-evident. They … Continue reading →
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