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Blood will taint the fields of clover, and peace shall be no more.


The honor of dying

And I said:

Let the armies clash on the green summer field's

And the wives mourn the death's of their husbands

The children will watch their father's from the great city walls

And the King flourish in the wealth of his kingdom




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Publicerad 2011-12-29 01:42



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