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BLOOD
Bitter hearts
scream in ageing combact;
A rushing wind nears
and sweeps.
Swords drawn,
Metals clash,
Blood drips;
Frail souls—...
Bitter hearts
scream in ageing combact;
A rushing wind nears
and sweeps.
Swords drawn,
Metals clash,
Blood drips;
Frail souls—...
