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• Animus
  Split in two, right through the middle, A smiling reflection - a widow’s riddle. Her king, her chain...
• I wish I were a bird
  Sometimes I wish I were a bird, sailing the skies and watching the world. Across the deep blue ocean...
• Salvation
  Trees entwine in fog and darkness I still believe sunrise will come I know I'll see you when hope is...

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