| W: *chuckles* Don't fret, Black. The love of even an evil thing keeps me alive a good while. And even at the end, there is a new beginning. Be certain of this in the cycles of the seasons, and your endless will to be. |
| B: My pockets are full of gossips and grins, the season is turning, and I'm raising my chin!.... Yesssss, it is wonderful that Mr. White keeps ticking! For every tick, I play a trick, and no one knows I'm wrong! |
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