IRC-Galleria

Hello darkness, my old friend!
I've come to talk with you again,
because a vision softly creeping
left its seeds while I was sleeping
and the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains. Within the sound of silence.

Away, I'd rather sail away.
Like a swan that's here and gone.

Yes, I would.
If I could, I surely would.

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