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divinités majeures   | | 373 _________________thick as thieves They broke your crown, set loose their hounds on your tattered bones. Not a sound drew from your lips as you got your fix. What holy pleasure of the damned is this. And our repentant hearts, breaking on its knees again, we are drowning men. |
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Invité   | |
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Catin de LM, pour vous servir.   | | 374 _________________

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mortels   | | 376 _________________ |
We are the granddaughters of all the witches you were never able to burn.
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Catin de LM, pour vous servir.   | | 375  _________________

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mortels   | |
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mortels   | | 375 _________________ |
We are the granddaughters of all the witches you were never able to burn.
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divinités majeures   | | 374 _________________thick as thieves They broke your crown, set loose their hounds on your tattered bones. Not a sound drew from your lips as you got your fix. What holy pleasure of the damned is this. And our repentant hearts, breaking on its knees again, we are drowning men. |
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Catin de LM, pour vous servir.   | | 373 _________________

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divinités majeures   | | 372 _________________thick as thieves They broke your crown, set loose their hounds on your tattered bones. Not a sound drew from your lips as you got your fix. What holy pleasure of the damned is this. And our repentant hearts, breaking on its knees again, we are drowning men. |
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Catin de LM, pour vous servir.   | | 371 _________________

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divinités majeures   | | 370 _________________thick as thieves They broke your crown, set loose their hounds on your tattered bones. Not a sound drew from your lips as you got your fix. What holy pleasure of the damned is this. And our repentant hearts, breaking on its knees again, we are drowning men. |
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Catin de LM, pour vous servir.   | | 369 _________________

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divinités majeures   | | _________________thick as thieves They broke your crown, set loose their hounds on your tattered bones. Not a sound drew from your lips as you got your fix. What holy pleasure of the damned is this. And our repentant hearts, breaking on its knees again, we are drowning men. |
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