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Under thy restrains;

a river still flew.

Again and again;

against drift you grew.

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Critique selfish whip;
and into an ocean of doubt:
"Am I what you are?
or is my reason just shouts?!"

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But by one example;
it changes these roots.
The heft of one act;
an orchestra's flute.

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Now you feel the warmth in you.
Friendly hands - i feel them too.
And my tears breach me to mild;
'cause I saw your naive smile.

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Thank you.