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When dying in the distant morning
And there is silence in the slumber growing mind
The only evidence of yearning
To leave some trace here in this everlasting night
Dawn of the desolation
Unwilling the ghost of the pain
All-seeing, all-knowing
Unwilling to cast it away
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