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In crimson pools, a dirge does play,
A symphony that night betrays.
Its notes a tale of wounds so deep,
In blood-soaked rhythms, secrets keep.
The red song whispers in the night,
A mournful ode, the...
A symphony that night betrays.
Its notes a tale of wounds so deep,
In blood-soaked rhythms, secrets keep.
The red song whispers in the night,
A mournful ode, the...
