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| Dark Land |
| ...a solemn walk reminds me of how it used to be, but also how it could be once more. |
| The grandeur that was once may ne'er be seen again. Twas where the life began and where it will end. No mention for whom the falcon cries Nor mention of how one dies. There are so many ways to live, So many ways to be consumed. |
| thus...let us start where it began... |
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