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The Darkness plain and fertile
A breeze flame-scented and warm
Would set a forceful glow
Sparks from the anvil
As high as a throne
Hammers from heights
Brows with a crown
A bow from fire to another
A season of raging decay
The gates of oblivion
A the moments of grace
A breeze flame-scented and warm
Would set a forceful glow
As high as a throne
Hammers from heights
Brows with a crown
A season of raging decay
The gates of oblivion
A the moments of grace
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user725371 On Sep 25, 2010
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