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The Black Hole
MR

There is a part,
Not like the whole,
Thatís hidden deep inside,
Tied to the core.

Something quiet and dark,
Pure, without a mark,
Deep within the heart,
Alone and always stark.

The black hole is growing,
The black hole is growing,
Without reason, rhyme or knowing,
The black hole is growing.


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