Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain. The sound of music floats down a dark street, and we press ever onward, boats beat back ceaselessly by the current. Time flows onward, yet it can never pass our admiration for Homura by. This is thread LI.

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