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Ved Buens Ende
A distant cry... From what I perished for? No.... It was born... The winterburden. I bled its tears once... Oh, if only it could wither, wither in the absence of my thoughts. So I cry... I cry, not only for my spirit in its living shell. But for the ones who brought the lust through me...
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