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The flourishing petals of a flower once sweet, Wilt in the shadows, so cold and so bleak. A sigh of the wind, ruffles his hair, Eyes open wide, gripping despair. One breath flees his lips, a touch of the Reaper, His bud seals shut, and mind withdraws deeper. A white demon face as pale as the snow, 'Come' says the angel, 'now we must go.'
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