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    <title>In The Shadow Of Lennier</title>
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    <content type="html">When the long night comes, return to the end of the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will you run off too?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; The last place I can remember being naive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where it ended, where it all died. Childhood emancipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew. Of God, of hate, of power, of anger, of truth, of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a meeting with a mountain. A convocation with a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is all numbers and dates now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run to the edge of the world and scream forever. Until the impact of my existence fades, until all world turns to dust, until the stars die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until time itself dies. Until all that was, is, will be, is shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the dark in my soul is no longer distinct.</content>
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