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where were we.....
rose-of-sharon.....
under the empire sun.....
touching heavens edge.....
dream in the wake.....
of arising moments.....
according to phenomena.....
gestures and sign language.....
emembrances r hidden.....
in time they may reveal.....
why i chose not to awaken.....
this very moment.....
might then be even.....
more lovely than trumpets.....
lustrous and fleeting.....
