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Carried,
Gently by the wind.
Wisps of spirits,
Voices mingling with the current.
Joining,
One by one.
Their amount,
Increasing.
Transparent,
Now gone.
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Carried,
Gently by the wind.
Wisps of spirits,
Voices mingling with the current.
Joining,
One by one.
Their amount,
Increasing.
Transparent,
Now gone.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro