The night is twists as dakness is,
Lost in black and white.
The candle frosts at the wick,
The dawn and mankinds plight.
Take the world in your hands
Wait and whistle while u can.
And worry not my child, my friend.
For nothing here shall ever end.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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