After Passing By
The children observe a point far, far away. The oil lamps are put out. Some blind girls question the moon, and through the air rise spirals of weeping. The mountains observe a point far, far away.
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The children observe a point far, far away. The oil lamps are put out. Some blind girls question the moon, and through the air rise spirals of weeping. The mountains observe a point far, far away.
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