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six below after

twill die twill die for it is my time to say my final goodbye I heard the crimson Raven sing I heard the mist once on the summer bliss it shattered from the world twas I was I I will grant you final goodbye my summer mist was utterd empty abyss my thoughts and my words never seen to take the twilight action now red raven I hear your laughter and I'm dead under six below after
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