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A hybrid chimara's mind opened for show, these thing I dreamed, I am not ashamed
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Friday, 16 September 2011
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Though summer mornings her laughter fills the air, in winter evenings her feet call songs to dance, And in the night her voice calls gently little ones to peace
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