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the north strongest windthrow arrows in the high walla captive will survivefree he will revivefrom town to townin the distant seahe'll bring an armyof poor and miserablean earthquake will happenthousands will be killedthe big theatrefilled with a crowdwill be creakedfire in the eastvictory's feastthe hunting eaglehas landed in the eastthe sky is burningthe slaves rebelthe king is deada new age revealedthe space is emptythe tyrants laid in earththe slaves unlock the chainsthe first field of the battle
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