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Oct 3
Wailing!
Not the night.
Sunshine never brighter, refusing to dim;
where are you to be found?

Swept away by the current too far!
Disgruntled over the butterscotch car.
Indefinitely wondering how you are;
do you ever see the beam?
The sun set a long, long time ago - yet my eyes are burning
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pleblderblerbmerbcschrb  22/fatigue
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