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    A SECRET RANDEZVOUS

    A stormy night, two souls we're bright,
    A beacon of light, such purity at sight,
    We're calling out each other on a gloomy night,
    A secret rendezvous we're sure to come,
    The blind begun to see the tremor that is to come,
    For meeting each other, THE WORLD WILL BE DONE.
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