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as you rise amidst the dusk, the world will seem austere; it is then you succumb to fear, my only wish was to have you near.
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Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 7:54 PM UTC
the sun? no, the moon
as you rise amidst the dusk, the world will seem austere; it is then you succumb to fear, my only wish was to have you near.
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Feb 2, 2026 at 7:54 PM UTC
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