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Thanksgiving: Devour the Anthem

Feathers plucked before the feast, An eagle lies across the stone. Our hunger’s grip, its need released, Feathers plucked before the feast. A sacred symbol, now deceased, Hallowed eyes are swallowed whole. Feathers plucked before the feast, An eagle lies across the stone.

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