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Under the twilight's waning hour, I find my thoughts, Filled with illusions of joy, Illusions, of every colour, It's okay to dream, Under the swarthy canopy of the night, I find my thoughts, Ever so big, ever so gracious, Ever so precious, It's okay to dream, Under the soft, velvety arms of rain, I find myself thinking of you, Knowing these thoughts won't ever, Ever, be true, however, It's Okay to dream, As I lay, feeling the beating in my breast, Broken, in the cold light of day, My mind, broken from illusions, Shattered from Loneliness, I realize, It's not okay to dream.
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Moth

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

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