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Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image. Just like the burning candles from an old room
And dead roses left from the field to night of doom
To be gray for perhaps brown with but to toom
It's the kind of moon from calm miles your shadow I'll gloom
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