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shadowed -- i look to mother moon for her cold comfort to chill this burning ache throbbing so in my chest i think i may have been dreaming too hard under her bright autumn light lunacy, some might say and perhaps... perhaps they are right spellbound: is this
aptrburdhrrebirth cast in the cloth of you me and these? because this is what i dreamt hanging under the gallows tree i would shed an eye for the eternal you to know those mysteries those things merely misplaced if my dreaming was true
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