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Wailing Capital

Purple, purple, purple, shimmer

Drift forth, endlessly spinning

Grow no more, bloom in ice, inverted roots

Soft voice, bringing emptiness

Underneath white, falling leaves

Not a single ripple

Forever unchanging

The voice remains unmoved

Coite Bodher ►

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