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| Inclined to think? |
| The leaves fall, Death's call Rebirth to follow, 'till then all is hollow. The dense shadows Provoke sins embattled By the petulant preaching of our most dedicated cattle. |
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| Inclined to think? |
| The leaves fall, Death's call Rebirth to follow, 'till then all is hollow. The dense shadows Provoke sins embattled By the petulant preaching of our most dedicated cattle. |
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