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Night Trials

You drift off into the slumber, not so peaceful I may say, You beg to differ, only that you are wishing, Why not, I ask, You fail to trust people with your meandering, again I reason you? And you serve me no retorts. Well, that is how you were moulded, and your moulders too.

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