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She walks in silence, as though she glides
Her eyes wide open, her claws ready to tear asunder
The necks of her prey and the hearts of her lovers
In darkest night and quietest of moors, she hunts....she hunts.
She walks in silence, as though she glides
Her eyes wide open, her claws ready to tear asunder
The necks of her prey and the hearts of her lovers
In darkest night and quietest of moors, she hunts....she hunts.
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