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can a shadow move
across the sky
while the sun is bright
and rising high?
I dare not contemplate
the dark of the light
the love in my hate
the fear that I fight
if I come to aknowledge
all that is bad
must I forget all that's good
the innocence I had?
both dark and light
can corrupt my soul
but it's what I belive in
that can never be stolen
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