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At the young age of eleven Her hands were stained with blood She had already slain her first enemy Her first demon Little did she know though That this This one kill Was only the beginning of the war That would go to rage on Inside of her for year upon year And before the war would be over And she would either have lost Or won Her own blood Would come to stain Her own hands | ||||||||||||||
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