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An endless void, of empty pain, Nowhere to run, but nothing to tame, The myriad reflections, of stars at night. Send visions of home, and wishes of fright. For fright is something, and something we sought, We, fazed, dazed, and erased, but mostly we thought, We thought we were ignorant, but ignorance is bliss, Bliss, my dear, is something we miss.
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