Rings of Smoke

Where shall the word be found, where will the word | Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence

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i think it is time,she said,to let me go,bury me, sweep the memories away with the yellow leafs blown in by the wind. do you still believe in love,when you go out in the night,on the roof, and shed your tears looking at the pale moon,do you still see a faded picture in it?or, does [...]

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