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where is the white rose who sit upon the thrown hide the truth in her black thornes her hands are worn thus tainted in ash rose blood
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Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
Her Hands Are Worn
where is the white rose who sit upon the thrown hide the truth in her black thornes her hands are worn thus tainted in ash rose blood
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Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
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