Do not even the collosal winds of the Godly zephyr blow through your heart?
Do you walk astray on terrain unknown?
Do you murder your soul with incessant stabbings of dispair?
Does not a single strand of love sweep your face?
Do you walk without direction? Without hope?
Is there no one left to tell the story of luck?
Is love, here, long forgotten?
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