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under the wood is nothing left but rotting crawl from generations all to tiredto think about it and as if nothing could be caught between the lines they prey and perishat thehands of insolence under the wood safe from fear following with no light we passed asinkingship upon the rotting shores and asked of them why is it they can be no more "a fear ofdarkness will descend upon the light where suffering shall bring the meek to tear themight"
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