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Unanimated A Wind Of A Dismal Past

through the forestry - as a shadow from the empty past - like twilight into the dismal night a bright morning light reach my sore eyes - with a flaming

through the forestry - as a shadow from the empty past - like twilight into the dismal night a bright morning light reach my sore eyes - with a flaming

hellish through the forestry - as a shadow from the empty past - like twilight into the dismal night a bright morning light reach my sore eyes - with a