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Winter's amber fire the ashen woods we burned wet smoulder of mire the water and the fire. Dark ancestral home nights moon shivering cold stars fixed or falling beyond the skies fiery yields only dying embers lost in oblivion's field.
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
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Winter's amber fire the ashen woods we burned wet smoulder of mire the water and the fire. Dark ancestral home nights moon shivering cold stars fixed or falling beyond the skies fiery yields only dying embers lost in oblivion's field.
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
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