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  Echo in the Wind No roots to bind, no past to claim,I ride the wind without a name.A silent wanderer, lost yet free,A fleeting ghost of what could be. No map to guide, no fate to trust,I dance in air, then sink to dust.The sky deceives with endless blue,Yet every path leads somewhere new. […]...

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