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The Wasteland.

author:The rain passed over the Harukawa

The Badlands

As a word, a kind of homecoming

Silence of words

Not one. Face the surface of that word

Connected to the earthly world,

Man's sadness and dark psychology.

Face that luster. It's like,

We'll still be there once

Gift-like delivery inside.

Given destiny. thereupon

You or I become more and more silent.

Obey the posture of surrender, and it is good to form

The language of others in silence.

The Wasteland.

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