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By so steep and rough a road, they looked at me— I was still alive, unabashed. All those souls, eyes upon my face, whose looks expressed love, like an embrace. A vain touch, empty upon my breast— my face's colors withdrew. I plunged forward, gently, begging my mortal bonds to break. In the journey, I cried— this wronged vessel, refused me. Without any wish to come, shapelessly left to wander.
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