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It was a chilly night, and the night was still in it's youth. The breeze was so humble and kind. Providing so much comfort and a sweet whistling melod..
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Scarier than a Lion's roar Life... maybe a brawl, maybe a warEveryday and every night not a warrior, but I fightI fight to live, I live to fightLike a..
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