| Great Black Witch in Cruel
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| Yet in graveclothes
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| Gratitude
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| She decided to take contact —
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| With a twilight
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| Contract
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| I, I figured out I’d better not rest here —
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| She had faculty in all Candles inside
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| Advanced I railwayed this was a jesuittspirit
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| To crush
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| The deeds that grasp to the candle’s
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| Wealth of time
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| Pulsating trees shiver at the trance
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| Necrotic orgies (in) cook (ing) the thin (ner) leaves
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| Pot swallows and beyond her; |
| Shadow Room —
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| She extracts a new idea having another one
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| Can we feel we are born we feel the true already —
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| It’s Here!!! |
| — and for moments
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| When Woe is no longer the possession of The Reaper |