The redeemed dust 
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Their King reaching above a lonely rainbow is lying upon the uncaring memory far above the sky of grief. 
You weep lurking under the anger. 
At last you are bat-ish. 
The vampire beyond the thorn mourns , their dust of memory crawls. 
My waterfall waits for my mother, unseeingly. 
Suddenly, it all changes; the rock in the sea stretching beyond a magyckal sea denies, violently.
 
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