A Fork Far from All Understanding
Like a blossom-white cloud on the horizon that nobody notices...
... That's how many people live their time.
Like a firm branch at the tree nobody notices...
... Lhat's how many people live their dreams.
Like a grain of sand in the desert that nobody perceives...
... 50 many people live their end.
KiBLS
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