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Lift the Family banners highSilver, gold, blue and redTo fill our enemies with dreadMarching bearers, let them fly!Boom, boom! Hear the drums?Shake wi..
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It creeps within the mountain-stoneAnd turns all living flesh to boneFrom shadow lake, cold hands of breadthAnd dripping fog, the touch of Death.
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Yahaira dipped lower to avoid a thick bank of cloud, skimming close to the tops of waxy emerald trees. A troop of little monkeys screeched and scatt..
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