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Would I love a world

that has only shining light

Where thoughts are not devoured

by strange black night

A place that has plenty

But inside all I feel is empty

There is a place in my heart

that does not burn so bright

There is a lapse in my mind

that has lost all its fight

Would I live in a house

that had no corner in sight

The stars have begun to die

for them i must ignite

The choice between light and dark

this is my plight

To tell the world this chapter of mine

I must burn, I must write

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