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Thousand Suns
Our life a dazzling dream and the death a new arrival,
there is no end and never was a begginning.
Thousand centuries will gone
and will leave faint signs in the breaths of time,
thousand suns will light up and will burst
and unexpected visitors will come and will gone,
but something innate in us knows,
we were, we are, and will be forever,
a timeless gentle touch in eternity's face.
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