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Myriads Freedom

The year is passing
and The aged river
Lighting lantern by the boat
Like the world is dying
in the desire to get alive

Freedom! Freedom!Freedom! myriads freedom!

And the silent sunset of weariness
Everything is dark
The living village
Human
Residents
suburb
Yelling out…dying
waiting face in the window of discomfort.

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