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They draw near unto 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 unto the gates.
Their soul abhorreth all manner of food; And they draw near unto the gates of death.
My feet still ache from the rhythm of those thresholds we crossed long ago.
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