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I know, one day this window will shut. . .
Suddenly a black sun will rise in my room,
Ensued by the beginning of dark days,
Suddenly a silent rain will fall,
A series of memories- good and bad- like a film strip,
Will all be in the past. . .
And as the curtain closes the last scene,
Will be Your illusion. . .
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