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Then, she walked with wings, quick as moonlight and gone in the morning. You see, she can do things like that, a woman on fire, it burns bright in her eyes. That's something to see, quite a show and all that. Transparent blue burning harsher than flames, just as mysterious but even more exotic. It's puzzling, even more than life itself, and what I find is missing in me I find exists in her.

It's kind of funny, you know. Not too funny, just amusing. And it was a good show, well done. You went out with a bang, a hell of a bang, But please, don't go saying good-bye so soon, don't go saying farewell.

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