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He asked for clarity. He turned to the
skies. They were as dark as the shadows. He waited for days, gazing endlessly,
hoping for a ray of light. Itw..
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‘I lost her’, he thought, gazing at the night sky filled with shiny
stars. But how could you lose what you never had? For years, he was s..
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He had finally seen the light...
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And as the night cast its dark
shadows on the world, he was left lying in his bed, contemplating the skies. At
that very moment, flashes of that sce..
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And as the poet navigated through
the tempest seas, the waters drew clear light from the open skies. He could see
the horizon gently drawing its..
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There used to live a miner in a far
away cottage. He would go out to carry on his daily deed, mining in a
bottomless pit during daylight only to ret..
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The poet then entered the land of
his dreams. It was a dark and hollow place, shrouded by mystical clouds that
floated above his head. A blue mist m..
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I stood on the mountain top gazing
at the ocean wide. The waters were blue and deep, immense and uncertain, just
as my thoughts have come to be...
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In the end, as the dust settled and
the storm passed, the poet was still distant from his star.
It was far away, lingering somewhere
out in t..
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The boy awoke from his slumber. Too many times he had found trouble
sleeping, yet his dreams had become so intense they had outgrown his reality. He
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