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better than granite
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
i have heard that a certain princess
but alas, just dreams
the air is full of dawn and spring
give me hunger
my son is dead and i am going blind
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
awful truths these be
stir
since i have felt the sense of death
a storm is riding on the tide

 



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