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The fall swept down on dragon's wings, Whisking a world into flame. The frost-winds flew, As the coldness grew, Giving the trees all a fiery mane.
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
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The fall swept down on dragon's wings, Whisking a world into flame. The frost-winds flew, As the coldness grew, Giving the trees all a fiery mane.
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
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