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Love and Glory in passion’s hold, blood and tears pro tales untold. Softly calmly gently shield, dust and flames past wing’ed yield. Painful dire frozen fire, feel my faults upon the spire. Darkness death destructive deed, call my bread your brethren greed. Anem anem so partially shared, anem anem my wings were spared! Drenched in blood your
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