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by admin
With a ripped deep reverence
In the end of its fight
A day strikes its power
Over the soft end of night.
A steady dark steepness
Through the hole in our sight
Regains its dark power
By the rip of its light.
With a ripped deep reverence
In the end of its fight
A day strikes its power
Over the soft end of night.
A steady dark steepness
Through the hole in our sight
Regains its dark power
By the rip of its light.