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every night she looks upon wide darkness

around her there's only quietness

she love it all, embraced them all

the demons who love her since

and every flaws she have, every mistake she did

specially every sins she committed and will commit

as she stares at the moon, adores it

but like the moon there's a side

that even the sun or the stars

can't shine or give it light,

it's her side where it's cold

and only darkness, the coldness

she loves the most.

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