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Limerick For This Night

Usually, the nights are young and hasty, like a maiden,
She carries the stars and the moon, without any laden.
But this night is cold, like an evil witch:
Unladen with a mistful fog— is the reason for which.
And here I stand tall, with my ego straightened.

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