After the heathen of a fast and furious day, and turmoil of a daily chase of time and bread, and the tiring events in the day's daily program of trouble, a birth of misfortune hidden in the nights so comes another turn of a tide, a misfortune in another sequence of events.
But have the hopes of a time
In the misfortune of dark and nights stands a fortune of a time, and the fortune of a dream, and the fortune of a mind not in peril, and bestowed unto you, a fortune of relaxing
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