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| as darkness climbs, it rubs out the shine from a lake so deep and soulful. I drown as I weep but I shall not sleep for I'm coloured as green as opal. The gold up above is covered in mud and I stare at it in disdain. To feel light in my hands outside this secret land will surely end up in pain. |
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