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Apr 5
Do you fall for the hearts of sickly men
Who forsake the words of every pen
Who do not care to seek and wonder
Yet still they fear the friendly thunder
And with the rain that brings the beast
We fear the taste of our deceased
Though every wind that sweeps us by
We sit and pray when serpents fly
Anya
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Anya  19/F/Narnia
(19/F/Narnia)   
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