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They draw near the gates.
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Their soul abhorreth all manner of food; And they draw near unto the gates of death.
They draw near the gates.
Their soul abhorreth all manner of food; And they draw near unto the gates of death.
The locks have no teeth, so tell me, which key will you burn to prove you were ever really inside?
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