ocr: Durendal : Yes, that day lives on. The day the savtour was returned. IH hold its sound inr my surraces; its taste in my gleaming edge. The dging sweetened dirt with life For me and I, in return, set them Free. Ienvg them. I know that Flesh is terror, but must it not also be that...? Ic don't know. How can I know the ways Of Flesh? They are onlg meat For my table. All Of you are meat, sweet meat made For dging. Only steel endures. Yet, in the shadow time Of stillness I yearn For taste and breath I yearn For tears I gearn For other than the thinness Of cleaving. All my knouledge is but a hair's ...
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