NO MAN has yet been born
they say he is for real
Last Precipice
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You the PP the lover the solid one on your path always independent bard or the flying bird on the immense sky of the poem and love one day the day is very soon maybe Nobel will come don't be swoon end no end there is no girl or human sows the thorn on the path of love your paths are endless sentient soul
one day the day is very soon maybe Nobel will come don't be swoon thanks............MB OF BD