The moonlight lits up my path,
as I walk lonely in the dark,
absorbed in contemplation,
I reflect on my past~.
The bitter wind blows against my face,
it carries with it a redolence of the coming future.
as I walk lonely in the dark,
absorbed in contemplation,
I reflect on my past~.
The bitter wind blows against my face,
it carries with it a redolence of the coming future.
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