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dark fades as she shines a knight of silver empty vessel made by uncaring hands who fights forever  
Now I sit here alone, as I cry and I write these notes. As I realize how much you love me; beaten down, stricken bone, up on the cross and you still told this cold and lonely world how much you love them.
Whenever the days are bleak and dappled
“I love pizza,” you say to me. Do you really?  Perhaps you like The taste.  I am sure you’re grateful For it, because we have been at This competition all day long And we are now finally having
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