This silent night I feel loneliness and a slight sign of despair. This coldest eve makes me feel little more than sick because I refuse the logic to win and take out the stuff of magic.
I wish something small yet so hard to get.
To change the scheme to make it ok.
There is plenty of things to do and get and try.
And I see no way for them to come soon.
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