It was the one thought, why you shan't.
Up to early and you sit, where i rise.
Who rose before who, still full is the moon.
Yellow the morning sun looks bright, over there.
And my Shadow once your friend disappears.
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And my Shadow your friend disappears. ............................................................. Unless midday, iip? Is truth, very beautiful.... 10...