Winter noon
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Cockscomb flowers, the toddler
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Indulgence of Noon's outpouring pain My mind sails to my far off days.
The path tired and empty with dizzy, unfinished Serenade touches the wet hunting ground,
The path tired and empty with dizzy, unfinished Serenade touches the wet hunting ground, ...