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| Fire Above, Ice below The woeful silence and wind's reflection Of your body's pale ode, an icy fortress of blood and ages Sky fire above, ice below the hearth Fall away from me to that citadel at the end of time Where death sleeps and dreams of your buried pain There has never been a silence like this before There will never be an ode like this again Agalloch |
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you're art is extraordinary, i love creepy some of them are
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BLAH
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the word is the most imprecise of signs.
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Our Time Had Come, Our Will Is Done
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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