ocr: Durendal : a tme Orange. Iu was sirthed in the Fire's orange womb. I am Flattered, but I am hues beyond you. Hues beyond the jerking Of your Feeble orbs. I am the tooth Of the night. I amp the shuddering Orange between gour veins. I wish I could pity gou. Pity the coup Of your hands. I am beyond all shades. Beyond Orange. How can we speak? I am Widowmaher. Ican onlg sing Of snicker-snack. And you are afraid. Afraid Of me. Afraid Of the ant and the beetle. Afraid Of everything. Afraid Of Orange. Your Fear tatoos my Dame on your lips. How ashamed you must be. Iwill not humiliate you more. Ihold ...
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