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here my inhabitance is dark and morose...the sun beams have abandoned my glowing skies...leaving behind only remnants of there glorious luminance...random strands of flickering light...just to torture my soul...and diminish my hope...now, here, in this bleak, desolate wasteland i still look to the sky...and though i am certain the sun will shine no more...i still glare upward only to curse the heavens...and foraske my own existance...