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An eye lost, what matters their cost?
All is naught at the hands of destructions you brought.
Weave your lanterns, tear down the harmful banter.
Now approaches winter, a seasonal wither.
Sorrowful judgement turned towards the ones unloved you meant,
only to break and take those close.
Where is the dark now, that you take your bow?
All is naught at the hands of destructions you brought.
Weave your lanterns, tear down the harmful banter.
Now approaches winter, a seasonal wither.
Sorrowful judgement turned towards the ones unloved you meant,
only to break and take those close.
Where is the dark now, that you take your bow?
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