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a keen soul begins to broad over the parched land i have sought the wheel feels jubilant as the sun for this is my precious journey and as the sun dazzling bright unlocked all our famished dream to shape up this world a bizarre to lift up the feeble's lid my turn have been very solemn of all the immaculate promise and shine for the world to be bright and exquisite to cater the destitute, and pour joy over your exruciating sorrow