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We find our shelter in the night
Our feeble form can't stand the light.
We bound the facts and sealed its mouth
Our harbor is the guilty heart.
But in this shade we find no rest
For truth, our foe would not relent;
forcing the light into our rooms
and by its sword we find our doom.
By AlphaSage©
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