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Jan 2020
A lamp strides it’s light across a room,
and in its soul an ember,
burns like the red sun dawns,
as up the sky it clambers.
“Illuminate it all, i will!”
Oh, and as it wills, it shall!
And before the lamp all was fire,
but behind solely cold hell.
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   B and Khoisan
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