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As the last trace of light fades over the lake in the distance. And as the last lamp is switched off. The darkness is infectious. And those lucky or misfortunate enough to catch the sensation, Smile. Or gasp. This is the end of the illuminating day. So run. Or play along. Grab a match and some gasoline Because the night has just begun. And all the twisted, crazy and disturbed, Are about to have some fun.
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Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 11:52 PM UTC
Grab A Match
As the last trace of light fades over the lake in the distance. And as the last lamp is switched off. The darkness is infectious. And those lucky or misfortunate enough to catch the sensation, Smile. Or gasp. This is the end of the illuminating day. So run. Or play along. Grab a match and some gasoline Because the night has just begun. And all the twisted, crazy and disturbed, Are about to have some fun.
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Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 11:52 PM UTC
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