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Crazed by a light so stunning it's bright.
Whiteness beams and shines through the night.
A silhouette, a dark shadow, one who just might.
Come out of that white beam and come into sight.
But this may just not do what is believed to be pure and true.
It will never start anew.
The dark shadow will always be held back by fright.
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