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[_days_end]

Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself,
Shuts up his

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[artistamatta]

remember that shadow falls cd? that you listened to on the way back from snowboarding? do you want it? i don't really like them very much anymore.