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Midnight Mourning

The sweet drained from the bitter.
Who was Modi, Deo, Amadeo?
I didn't know him.
Would he have known me?
No, I don't think so.
Jeanne would have.
Could they have saved them?
Saved them for what?
The bitter drained from the sweet.

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