Along the shapes of the lost cradle.
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Along the shapes of the lost cradle.
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The memory was of the earliest days Brief but radiant freedom Not only in a spirit of religious ecstasy But also in search of my own distinctive roots Peculiar nostalgia Strong enough to prevent any sense of finality or permanence
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