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Nov 2014
When does the mocking-bird fly,
during dawn, day, dusk, or night?
Far away, hear children weep,
only to be seen in the deepest of sleep.
And, when the hour is almost neigh,
when the chill of death draws near,
none shall hear your fearful cry,
for shadows claim all.
Allthepacas
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Allthepacas
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