Come the Night
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madamguillotineAngry gay REALLY into Dead Poets Society
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Come the Night

It wasn't magic in the air it was a fire on the breeze the whited hate of anger matched in stone cold need. There may have once been magic in her the stars, an air, a light but when darkness comes too near eyes were shut too tight.

We never saw what was coming on the wings of the dark The scream heard was curdling it wasn't magic but just stark The night had come, as always feared but none foresaw this doom to live in dark are children reared but most will die too soon

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