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--When the Death whispering lowly,she wouid sing. Of my strange language,all I know is,there is not a word of fear,there is not a word of sorrow.All I know is,She raises the hand,the sword to puncture the enemy,I will be the wind wreathing the sword.
--When the Death whispering lowly,she wouid sing. Of my strange language,all I know is,there is not a word of fear,there is not a word of sorrow.All I know is,She raises the hand,the sword to puncture the enemy,I will be the wind wreathing the sword.