Setting

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By George Chow

As the dawn breaks, I see the night won't be that persuade. There are beauty of love, I must persue my heaven in life. Regardless a tempted soul taste, I may tremble and vibrate urge for truth. But the setting foresee the cunning. I mean as well to face the dawn at this no mercy night. To bring back the gossip and rumors, As I have been divide into the field of tide.

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