Bestow the cursed cure of paths
In the night wallowed forlorn arts, casting glowing shadows from amongst sempiternal darkness, such brevity before the course of riven lives cast aside, aside then and step through the open gate. Sojourn of the reveries again you must displease me, but in return a promised wish, and wish you do and wish you might upon this star, luciferous, the morning star.
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