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Once there was a He of the night. Shadow of shadows, solitar step, He walked many nights to find Her. Once there was a She of the day. Twinkle of wheat, dance of light, She walked many days to find Him. They were always looking for each other, He and She. The night was always pursuing the day. They both new, She and He, the quest for what can never be found. It seemed as if it would never happen; it seenmed impossible; it seemed never ever... And then the dawn came for Him and for Her. Always, forever...
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