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15 ~ 5 ~ 11
A SHRINE ON THE PATH TO THE IRON CITY
A DROP OF BLOOD ON THE LIPS OF THE SLEEPING KITTY
A SOFT LULLABY IN THE BATTLEFIELD
AMONGST THE PROUD SALUTERS THE ONE WHO HAS KNEELED

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13 ~ 4 ~ 11
THE SECOND IS FOR BIRCHES,
FOR TWISTED CAVES AND CROOKED CHURCHES
WHERE THE WINDOWS TO HELL ARE FOUND IF ONE SEARCHES

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11 ~ 8 ~ 10
O' YULEMOON, I OWE YOU A BOON
LET THE VEIN FOR THE WINTER OPEN
O' YULEMOON, GRASP THE LIFE-RUNE
LET THE SUN'S CHAINS SOON BE BROKEN!

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5 ~ 7 ~ 10
THERE IS ONE WORD FOR ALL THIS
HAVENS, HELLS, LUST AND PEACE
BUT I WOULDN'T WANT TO SPELL IT NOR PRONOUNCE
...PERHAPS I MUST: WE ARE FULL OF KEYS, EVERY INCH AND OUNCE

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