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Light;
How pale in memory. You've faded like a nova. Darkness; Burning holes in all our souls; You fulfill our morbid dreams. Good; That is the truest flower. You gain strength from light and dark. Evil; What to call thee beyond desire? You are the worlds’ infatuation. Love; A tenderness provided by a heart of glass. You nurture our good nature. Hate. Bound in blood and blade you're blind. Yet hand in hand with evil. Life; The breath you give my lips. You are our most precious gift. Death; Our final adventure and lonely dream. You are our salvation from all that is obscene.
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