The Darkener's Console

You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

Nothing Changes on New Year’s Day —

Under a blood red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few
The newspaper says, says
Say it’s true, it’s true
And we can break through
Though torn in two
We can be one


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