The trees sway as the wind blows
Leaves fall to the ground
Twigs snap as we walk the path
In the woods in the fall
The air is crisp
A chill is there
Jack frost has made his yearly visit once again
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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... -
The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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