All plans need someone to enact them. May frost blush under the crimson moon, A symphony resound from the depths, And let sandswept secrets sleep no more, Til there’s naught but to await an inescapable fate.
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All plans need someone to enact them. May frost blush under the crimson moon, A symphony resound from the depths, And let sandswept secrets sleep no more, Til there’s naught but to await an inescapable fate.
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