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She stares in distance, In holy distress, Weeping sadly, By ones cold chest, Screaming loudly, Trembled fear, Clearing woods, With cries of spears, As one may noticed, You hear her roar, Fearing deadly, Her trembling war.
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
The Banshee
She stares in distance, In holy distress, Weeping sadly, By ones cold chest, Screaming loudly, Trembled fear, Clearing woods, With cries of spears, As one may noticed, You hear her roar, Fearing deadly, Her trembling war.
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
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