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Nothing's vacantabout this vacancy,nor humanabout this music.Just more deep and dark,a dying breeze in your face, while huddling in the contoursof impenetrable moonlight.
Nothing's vacantabout this vacancy,nor humanabout this music.Just more deep and dark,a dying breeze in your face,
while huddling in the contoursof impenetrable moonlight.
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What is the sum of 11 and 11:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.