౨ৎ. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. Neath violet skies the world slumbereth, yet the rain knoweth every sin. The lilacs wilt in reverence, and the orchids guard their mourning song.
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