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My sun, my moon, my sky.All flow through me like a barren Forrest flooded by a nearby stream. I ask that you flowthrough my being as would a breeze.As tenderly as your accepting warmth, illuminate my body from the inside so that my heart will be f
In the vast, eery wilderness, Of deceit and sorrow, Lay the degenerate hollow men, Putrid, and banished from their minds.  
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