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Altharya Tenth Night

Oh, how delightful life could be If I had told it all to thee The story of a young girl from than At the tenth night she will walk the land [Chorus

of feelings and a scratching nail a compound of all things bad creak of a door and a choking brad the arcane flame still rising upon the night of

A shadow of a broken tree is resting on the ashen ground rotten flowers on my knee those that you had tossed around how long must i suffer this