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"You shared all of your blessings with me and with all those around me. And yet we curse you when you treat us with your abundance. We want to call you a dark night, and we hate you when it's raining and you're nowhere to be found. In the end, when I'm old and my time has come, I will warmly embrace you, consigning my body to your warmth. Back to earth, back to the dust."
"You shared all of your blessings with me and with all those around me. And yet we curse you when you treat us with your abundance. We want to call you a dark night, and we hate you when it's raining and you're nowhere to be found. In the end, when I'm old and my time has come, I will warmly embrace you, consigning my body to your warmth. Back to earth, back to the dust."
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"You shared all of your blessings with me and with all those around me. And yet we curse you when you treat us with your abundance. We want to call you a dark night, and we hate you when it's raining and you're nowhere to be found. In the end, when I'm old and my time has come, I will warmly embrace you, consigning my body to your warmth. Back to earth, back to the dust."
"You shared all of your blessings with me and with all those around me. And yet we curse you when you treat us with your abundance. We want to call you a dark night, and we hate you when it's raining and you're nowhere to be found. In the end, when I'm old and my time has come, I will warmly embrace you, consigning my body to your warmth. Back to earth, back to the dust."