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The Merge between Day and Night
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun,
a brilliant gold reflecting off the tops of...
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun,
a brilliant gold reflecting off the tops of...
