((Ida))
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As love's to hate, day is to night.
So different are these times - these things.
Where night is black, the day is bright.
As love's to hate, day is to night.
Where night brings dark, the day brings light
Yet sun may burn and moon may sing,
As love's to hate, day is to night.
So different are these times - these things.
Night and Day
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