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Try to write the sound of separation into the old string
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Whose love, when light flows slowly in its normal course, guides her to the dawn of day. And whose hate, spreading in the city's depressing sky. When the time is wrong, the flow of years in chaos, and whose haste, leading to what warmth and love, and directed all the tragedy. I can't say who is who's sins, I can't say where is the source of pain. The absurdity of a thought, a lifetime of misplaced, blooming and fading flowers, but secondary. This transient order, and directed the youth of the grandest panic, joy, sadness. Time is impermanent. However, after thirty years of displacement, who is it, at the end of time and space, waiting silently and persistently?