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Love that stains 
is bittersweet, As time is to the light, For everything 
that's underneath,
Is measured out of sight, And as the seconds 
slip their sheath, 
The darkness becomes bright, With diligence 
it does bequeath, 
A Life for all to sleight. Love that stains is bittersweet, As time is to the light, For everything that's underneath, Is measured out of sight, And as the seconds slip their sheath, The darkness becomes bright, With diligence it does bequeath, A Life for all to sleight.
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