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The specters of the stars Illuminated by this moon tonight Were summoned to the table. The beat of distant wings sounded in my ear, "you're counsel, It is yet a dreary fable." "You scoundrel! You know nothing of whats coming! And we've been hinting in your ear 'you're failing!'"
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 2:34 AM UTC
To pick an egg from the nest
The specters of the stars Illuminated by this moon tonight Were summoned to the table. The beat of distant wings sounded in my ear, "you're counsel, It is yet a dreary fable." "You scoundrel! You know nothing of whats coming! And we've been hinting in your ear 'you're failing!'"
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 2:34 AM UTC
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