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Her eyes are as black as the night sky, and her children are as pale as moonlight
Burial Moon
The witch is dead. The nightingale sings while the raven is mourning
Burial Moon
Stars reflect the light of dead stars
Burial Moon
Darkness shines through the mausoleum, throwing shadows on the unmarked grave
Burial Moon
