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| What has been done, Will forever be, What might never happen, Is you and me. If all my love was wrong, And all my hate was right, Then I am a slave, A slave of the resentful night. For, life has taken its toll, On my life and my thoughts, And I feel as if I was possessed By a seemingly endless lull. |
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