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Tis called a fine sight,
Tis called the darkened night,
I call it my light,
In the memory is it right.
Shattered shadows fragment the world,
In through the gate of oblivion was I hurled,
Laughing into the forgotten curled,
I stole the flag of love that was furled.
Begone oh gentle one
Fly on the edge of eternity
Where do the passions fly
On a website in the sky
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