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The Chill Keeper
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And alas,
Out of the cold, stony depths He arose Bold, and knowing For there was no doubt That he had come Not for his own sake but from hearing the cries The cries of those who loved Those who loved him And those who loved others And his own love His beating heart His cold Grip And his loving soul Reunited at last.... |
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