Nov 192019
| Ten thousand swords, and nary a soldier, Arrayed in their ranks, at reveille’s sounding, and dripping in blood of the skies, What are we? |
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| Ten thousand swords, and nary a soldier, Arrayed in their ranks, at reveille’s sounding, and dripping in blood of the skies, What are we? |
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