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One of the worst poems ever. |
| Night and day, Moon and sun, Each of no same meaning. Water and fire, Red and blue, Bound with only a loose string. In life and death, They show a bond. Each subject bleeds to the other. The dark is to the light, As the dim is to the bright. Life is to death, As nature is to man. The dawn of death, When the first closes their eyes. The dark consumes them. In the dawn of life, the dawn of death will soon be awakened. |