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Bright sun, shining down
a dark spirit, it has found. So tired and weary, from a life so dreary. Living a life in black and white. She has lost all color from sight. Beautiful surroundings, all lost to her hauntings. Searching high and low, for her rightful place to go. In a single moment, This life will be left behind--no avengement. Bright sun, shining down can it turn this dark spirit around?
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