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Watch the storm approaching...
The darkness calls my name.
The trees are growing restless;
They feel the season change;
Their fruit has putrified,
Forbidden once and bound to die...
The thread of life lies severed on the brink of Paradise.
The darkness calls my name.
The trees are growing restless;
They feel the season change;
Their fruit has putrified,
Forbidden once and bound to die...
The thread of life lies severed on the brink of Paradise.
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