Starlit nights fade into dreary days,
Yet the midnight cold still lingers.
The light of the moon turns into blaring sun rays,
But you can feel the evening cold stilll in your fingers.
With this you become terrified,
So now we must give you welcome,
A welcome to the land of the lost.
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