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Such a strange string of symbols reminds me of the ink-stained dreams we once whispered over a warm hearth before the world turned cold and grey.
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Such a strange string of symbols reminds me of the ink-stained dreams we once whispered over a warm hearth before the world turned cold and grey.
Those ink-stained ghosts are still warming their hands by the glow of your words.
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