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My Soul to Take
Entangled in lies my soul struggles for you, the truth that sets her free, and you never come to be, and as she withers into the winters night, from the willow tree there is a light, red, bright, a powerful light, it gestures you to follow, and you do, you follow the light, the red, bright and powerful light, as you see your last sights of that wintery night
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