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Early lights of a derelict
and spun the world away,
conflaguration, the soul sips
the dawn's sorrow.
What sweet rapture
on it's departure
waking to revel in this night.
Dawn's inertia becomes
an unholy blight.
and spun the world away,
conflaguration, the soul sips
the dawn's sorrow.
What sweet rapture
on it's departure
waking to revel in this night.
Dawn's inertia becomes
an unholy blight.
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