-{::ephemeral_arcs::}--[whispering]
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Prayer Beads of the tired Tumbling, Tumbling Wrath was his mask a myriad spun in lace a tomorrow perchance walking from vision muskets ring bells of a counting towards a mingling sign down ten thousand springs across muddled waters hidden in yesterday they fly a mirage of countenance a tempest of humble times a march of the unwinding sorrow a coat of the cat cusp my barage, deepen angling songs and mark your mark we'll come here again
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