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I wonder if thou hath dots on thy face
Who are you? You help make me, you birthed me , but who are you?
A genuine lust of morning'sVoiceThere I slumber, and ponderAbout the tresspassers of the dayAnd the smell of the roses fill theCream cooled air of my mindWhile my arrival is very slow and timed
Is it truly never enough for such a word to be understated? to question its power and under rate it? to be sorry is it not enough?