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Mar 2
Clear as the sky
And ****** as the moon
You hear her high
Scream.

A bolt of light
And a sliver of burn
You hear her bright
Cry.

Her hurt can be seen
Her hurt will be felt
You hear her keen
Yell.

She whispers too stop this
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