Edvard Munch
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of a day which is dead.
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"It is fire, which licks
and blood which runs

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"A fiery sword and a fire-red river.
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"It is the anguish of doomsday
and the torments of death.

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"A scripture, which blazes
through the halls of night,

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"With the mysterious anguish of life.
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"Deep in the night I sat alone.
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"I felt how a pain-filled scream
Passed over the Godforsaken world."

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Can't you stay?
It's so lovely here.

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- No, I can't.
- Don't you want to?

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No.
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How strange you are.
Not like others.

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He slept little that night.
His lips burned.


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