To whomsoever it may concern

The "windowpane" is as silent as a dying moth in its isolated "closure", so when "in my time of need", the disillusioned "weakness" of your heart keeps us away, the tiny remnants (if any) of "hope leaves". The "ending credits" deserve a lucid passage, maybe the same null space where "death whispered a lullaby". But it's not enough my friend, "to rid the disease", it's not enough

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