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    @miraquill - Thankyou for EC ��

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    Laugh all you can
    This night is pan dead
    The leaves rustle and rub
    On graves they fall and club
    A friction pervades in the breeze

    No one hears no one
    even though the moon screeches
    in the so-called celebration of love.
    Know that it's been faltered
    on the verge of a fall

    To save yourself
    from this cycle
    of waning and bloom
    will you draw the curtains
    Or will you caress the gloom?

    Laugh all you can
    till the moon symbolises you
    for when the morning grows
    you'd be defeated
    in your own wars.