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   I am the black sheep to everyone and everything. So what shall I do, well I have no clue. For I am the black sheep. The darkest of shades, the loneliest of peeps. For I am the black sheep.

The tiniest moments in life can brings some of the greatest of joy's

Only in the dark will you find the light

The blissful oblivion whispers my name but I say just wait one more day

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day 

Nothing gold can stay.

                    -Robert Frost

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