My Soul Shall Come To Dwine Within The Slade Of Tors Comments
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A clumse of rain from the brath storm pours,
as it drenches the soil of the Elysian Meadow.
The threatening din roils the dormant souls,
who rest beneath this lovesome hallow ground.
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