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The night passes in my direction only the willing are here now drowning my sorrows in wine seems a good idea to me. A mirage or light in my eyes i see no light here?just a moon lit ground and dead trees around this place. Collect my thoughts swallow my remorse i am finished wallowing in this sentiment release this ambition to soldier on. My stand is useless your power is cruel and strong willed half asleep half awake morning is coming. 
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