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down within the glance of the charred old moonlight
the voices of kindness remain sorrowful and silent
their whispers morph to subtle symphonies
too frail to acknowledge the fate their destiny paints so well
echoes of hope bombard the rippling silence within galactical destinies
leaving only the sun to gently soothe what is left of the world.
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Fin.
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