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Sunlight glimmers off their beards spraying sparks across the fields. Their arms enfold me, enwrap me holding me close, whispering, whispering.
Songs I have not known the secrets enthroned. They bend, kissing my brow delievering sweet dew of life.
Golden, golden, their rays shine upon me never before have I saw thee. Truth betows upon them glistening dreams of which I have never seen.
Sunlight glimmers off their beards spraying sparks across the fields. Their arms enfold me, enwrap me holding me close-
...whispering, whispering...
1816 Sunday, January 26th, 2003
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