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Antebellum; Cotton blows in the black south, Spitting soul from black Caesar's mouth. Wind of song and wind that moans, Wind that howls from buried bones. Wind of truth and wind that rains, Wind of dying in broken chains.
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
Dei Providencia
Antebellum; Cotton blows in the black south, Spitting soul from black Caesar's mouth. Wind of song and wind that moans, Wind that howls from buried bones. Wind of truth and wind that rains, Wind of dying in broken chains.
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
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