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There are millions of cephalophores who wander through this world, but you've got something extra going on, I think you probably know.
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Watching you say your prayers. Evil bears, deadly stares.Tearing you apart to protect what's theirs. There's no escape from the furious bear
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Who wanders within such woods as these? Poor fool. Many a path leads nowhere, but the worst are those whose end exists.
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Alone I'm longing for... The cadence of her last breath.