I'll gingerly look from height... Please! Show me far edge, The country of fantastic dream, With lonely traveler on stage... You must just carefully store My fragile trust that makes my way... Don't kindle fires in the night, That it did no flow away You know that fire condenses And does much more the dense and tight That dark and gloom always surround My shadows poetry tonight... | 
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