The night ticking and dissolved into silver dust. This second can be the last....
Everywhere I turn two eyes look at me... I just slowly burn in trouble. I canĀ“t see...
The hoar-spirited bushes hide and lie... The old glacier of the ice sky Wears the hard coffin of chill. The moon feels cold. It becomes ill....
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