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Moon-kissed windows, projecting the oblivious melancholic sight of those who shine bright, and time-blessed gravity defyers dancing to a rhythm of lust, like blooming roses in the sun.
"Okay, one more time!
Please tell me that we haven't become Mindless conformities made to match; to blend in, to mask who we really are. Why do we follow so closely this pattern of mediocrity?