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It's like Dying.
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Nighttime beckons, soft and intriguing.
Breeze whispers through green grass and tall trees.
Moonlight, cold and alluring, peaks through dark clouds.
Immersed in silver, peace finds me.
I slowly fade.
Breeze whispers through green grass and tall trees.
Moonlight, cold and alluring, peaks through dark clouds.
Immersed in silver, peace finds me.
I slowly fade.
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