Mostly : After the longest nightmare ever, she was waiting there, clutching her rose and lifting it to the sky, with a sigh of agony she fell, and in darkness she dwells, with spiders, that spin her, as she goes down.

After the longest nightmare ever, she was waiting there, clutching her rose and lifting it to the sky, with a sigh of agony she fell, and in darkness she dwells, with spiders, that spin her, as she goes down.

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