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| As if the dawn were not faded enough, We fall into the eclipsing sun. God calls Apollo to hide away the golden rays, That once shone to the earth burning streams. As if Dusk were not depressing enough, We fall into the depths of the eclipsing moon. God calls for Sleep to run his blanket, Fading us all into the eclipsing sun. |
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