ocr: Durendal - : Green. Like the shoots that will grow From your limbs. How Fertile you will be. I2 am hues beyond you. Hues beyond the jerking Of gour Feeble orbs. I am the tooth Of the might. I amp the shuddering Green between gour veins. I wish I could pity you. Pity the coup Of your bands. I am beyond all shades. Beyond Green. 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 Green. Your Fear tatoos my Dame on your lips. How ashamed you must be. Iwill not humiliate you more. Ih ...
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