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To whom?
I am a bloom.
The heartless cold Moon
and the proud Stars mocking me.
The boisterous sea sings
theme song of destiny,
to the weeping beach.
A ship sails to an unknown country
carry full of slaves as cattle.
in the dawn
I may be thrown
with the Moon?
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