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Oct 2015
Sweet darkness of the night where every sound is clear and even a tiny spark is bright.
In darkness there's no fear

Sweet darkness of the void where no emptiness presides and galaxies appear so close
In darkness all is near

Light that pains and burns feeds trees and scorches land in dryness where the sand is made
Where phantoms walk disguised

Light reveals the crimes and tears of creatures slaves for man In truth we need the light
To be despised
Saparonia Holliday
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Saparonia Holliday  UK
(UK)   
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