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FEARS

Far beneath the raging seas
She struggles and ravingly contorts
Stretching and stretching
Full of vim,full of venoms
Like hemlock, she plunges
In to endless sleep,
Pillages the best of expressions
And makes dusts of shimmering silvers
She lurks like the serpent
And tears down like the wolf
She is called fear
And makes the bread of the best men

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Sperale

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