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The Flood Ruthlessly Washes Away The Weedy Waste Of The Human Days. Swaying, Sating The Craze Of The Deep; The Chained One Stares Into The Lightless Sea, Asking For Yet The Sight Of Light. Never To Come, Never To Abate, The Dull Is Endless In Its Disdain.
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