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And We Have Killed Him
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And We Have Kill Him
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Ascending the White Mountain
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Death Is Eager to Hold You
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I Am Not What I Am
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If Only That So Many Dead Lie Round
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Leaving Nothing but the Absence of Everything
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Love and Terror Laid the Stone
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That Is Not Dead Which Can Eternal Lie
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The Chaotic and Bloody World Around Us
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They Should Greet Me with Howls of Execration
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With Strange Aeons Even Death May Die
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