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The Wounded Kings
The Swirling Mist
The rising, the swirling.....mist
Forming halos around your head
Cold black fingers......reaching
Caress, caress of the dead
Eyes open wide
Searching for an answer
The rising tide
Eyes open wide
Searching for an answer
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