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Reluctantly, the night gives up its hours. Hurriedly, the air gave up its sun. Who lives in the cold and dark? On climate earth, everyone. Dark, the way to the distant grave, Dark, the entrance for everyone. Reluctantly, the night's hours Travel towards the wayward sun.
Those who disagree with you Have put together a plan. The night is cold, again. I saw the world and ran.
