Standing on a hill the wind blowing briskly through my hair
Leaves falling to the ground in a grand display of grace and beauty
Autum has arrived in it's grand glorious fashion
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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