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Without love,
there is no fear,
there is no trembling here and there
Faking hate,
reassembling with mate.
Waiting to wait and waiting for fate
A faithful fear reigning upon us.
In the cold air, the mountains surround us.
What should we do,
who should we be?
How can we manicure;
all perfection of dreams?



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