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NOSCE TE IPSVM

I touch the cold stone pieces of my house, and I think of beauty
the sea breeze my golden curls, and I just contemplate – the meeting of mySelf.

I think

what’s the point of roaming on?

when
I know where my heart has brought me

I’m

Golden City

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