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It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.

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Markus Zusak
Age: 50
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Stars
Morning
Dark
Black
Bleeding
Stills
Blue
Still
Early
Time
Dying
Coming

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