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 | | The Forbge Forest Here, the world is truly a part of the dark, Though outside the sunshine dances on leaves, Careless, as it plays on the dark forest's eaves, Of what lies in the places where its gold spark Cannot touch, can neither inundate nor forgive. |
 | | Everything in the Forest seems to have a duty To shine and be beautifully terrible at the same time, As though to remind us that all things that shine May have a horrifying- and entrancing- mad beauty. |
 | | For, mark me, when darkness falls, then another place Is the Forest that I almost love by the light of the sun. |
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