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âJust so you know
This poem is not for youâ - he said she said whatever trammels in her thoughts she never meant to say. One day.. â - See? Thereâs no breeze of winter in my eye anymore A raven and his fellow the snow rain, going towards the e-ver-locked door. - You said âyesâ to the Queen?! - Said âyesâ. - Heading south, heading north.. - ..heading purple hills ( Ever heard about purple hills in winter? ) and fire storms inside and...â and there she was, the mistress of all seas the salve of every heartbreak: freedom.
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