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Nov 2013
Winter is coming without you, all the blushing in your face
Spring will be absent its color, all the silver of your eyes
Nights will be longer, mornings bitter, moments hollow
I will be broken with no reach for repair

Always my sunrise
Always there
Lucent in Tenebris
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