| When upon the rocky summit...wind swept clouds beneath its feet...thoughts have feathered wings,,,beat the heaven's imaginings...even while rooted gravity's attraction...the earth in morning's song... | |
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| When upon the rocky summit...wind swept clouds beneath its feet...thoughts have feathered wings,,,beat the heaven's imaginings...even while rooted gravity's attraction...the earth in morning's song... | |
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