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| As it gets dark the colors sink gently into the ground. Our minds are blurred, but the shadows sharp. |
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| The sun beams are sent off by the icy stars and the glistening moon. |
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| Sometimes our fingers shatter from the cold - ringing red cubes dance on the frozen floor. And the blacker the night, the warmer your white breath. |
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