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The winds of disaster blow solemn and cold, sweeping away my heart From out of the North, reclaiming my soul —in torment to depart (West Campus: November, 2020)
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Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
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The winds of disaster blow solemn and cold, sweeping away my heart From out of the North, reclaiming my soul —in torment to depart (West Campus: November, 2020)
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Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
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