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She is older, than the soil on which we walk |
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She is told, to decline but still prevails |
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She is beauty, as the wolves that howl at dark |
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She is sun and moon, in perfect harmony |
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She is heathen virtue, and all that which is true |
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I love myself, and you're in love with you |
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She is white as pure, while the fallen snow is black |
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She is drunken love, the tempting elixir |
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She is love for us, and those who truly see |
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She is order, and the balance after strife |
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She's betrothed, the bride ov perfect light |
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She is stillness just as well, as burning might |
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She is ritual, and peace in stalwart night |
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She is howling, for the right of lively pride |
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She is excellence, and goddess of the light |
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She is beauty, as the wolves that howl at dawn |
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She is glory, in this place of sterling yearn |
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Where the truth prevails, and thirteen candles burn |
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She is blossom, and the bloom for who he bleeds |
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She is like the stars, so luminous and bright |
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She is like the night, a veil of raven light |
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She is beauty, as the wolves we grey and proud |
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She's the axis, from which the world resides |
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She's indulgence, and righteous human pride |
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She is siege and battle, the endless destiny |
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She is swords, gentle touch of victory |
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I love myself, and you're in love with me |
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She is liberty, and insight in completion |
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She is splendour, and the force of heresy |
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She is love, we are wolves of the elite |
