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Beauty changed into hundreds of hues in the course of the night,
Love has had to wait and wait as before.
The day of the union flies away in the twinkling of an eye,
Yet it looks like the day of doom, as before.
The dark night of the burning heart, seems to have no end,
The candle wears a crown of smoke as before.
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~ Lonely Being ~
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