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All Tears All tears, shiny and new, Leaving me wanting and alone. Weeping through the days. Staring through the nights. What tower can offer sweet repose? Will the stars shine after the deed is done? Shall I charge the wooden staff? And as is my will, it shall be? Or be wretched with the mask Of an unspoken nightmare? Acceptance shall be the disease of my undoing. İLMH 2002
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