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Yin and yang
On the willowed rose I pace
darkness fading, never haste.
Face the terror, scream the name.
Look and ponder, ne’er the same.
Darkness is grave
Terror banished.
The sun has won
And the moon, none.
But Wait!
Scream the name
Sun Sun Sun!
Fire the eyes of tonight
or stay the same.
Or stay insane
And burn the bright
darkness the sun
Moon Moon Moon!
Light nor dark exists
and still it is insane.
No haste, no terror
scream no more.
And Die.
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