Echos of Rivers Shadow
Raging webs of haunting silence.
In the meadow I lay.
Walking forward the debt is made.
Accept the fever Yoke to me.
Giant rays of blooming seed.
In the light we built our way.
Mention Anastasia she is alive.
Despite the rumors.
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