November 29, 2011
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A kiss on thy cheek
Cold and dry,like thy evil heart
Stinging my soul, she cry

The land of the fare
Where every creature had their lair
Now, was the time for war

Music, a clean sound
Echanting, everlasting
Beats, they fight for peace

Waterfalls, a rush
At the bottom, they will crush
All those tempt them

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