In the place where the winds are gentle, i long for the sun still, which i never felt in my early day. wanting for the ball of warmth, to rise once more above the dawn horizen, to bath my body in light, i long for a dream, i long for hope, i long for something to wait for once more... so i must find the rising line, and find for myself, what it is really like, for i hope, dream, and wait, that i will find it once more..
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