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endlessness
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When the last day has runs its course; when the sun burns no more...
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...so begins a great era of night.
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An era which, like all others, must come to an end.
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For eventually a star is born...
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You cannot stop us.
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If you tried to stop us, and were successful, wouldn't that make you a crepusculator?
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Nor can you become the source of us.
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If you did manage, somehow, to begin our cycle, you would really only be a diluculator.
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You say that, Dawn, as though being a diluculator is a derisive classification.
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Oh, that certainly isn't how I meant it. I find my dear diluculators to be most...enlightening.
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That pun fails to impress me.
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Don't blame me, my dear Dusk, for your lack of appreciation for puns. I know you are more of an oxymoron type.
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
from
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