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I run as a wapiti runs in shadowy wood, Mad with his own wild aroma. Tonight is a night of mid-May, A south wind blows. I start losing my way and I roam, I look for what I cannot attain, I attain what I am not looking for. My most profound wish Starts rising and dancing in my soul. This shining vision flits on. I try to clasp it firmly, It runs off, and I am again lost. I look for what I cannot attain, I attain what I am not looking for. Ilania Cyaalá Nov.12,2010
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