“Whisper my loves, and look above. The cascades of crystal at noon.
Sigh as you may, but do not say. The words will be your doom.”
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“Whisper my loves, and look above. The cascades of crystal at noon.
Sigh as you may, but do not say. The words will be your doom.”
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