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Oh people of darkness, or joys and pains mingle, oh whirlwinds sipping the visions and the purehearts in the belly of the terrifying theater of the spells! Our joys approach whereas the time is to the feast of the deaths...Halloween will be the muse of all cursed, desperate poets, in a desperate region, or their souls will be consumed for the night--this night to the one thousand mysteries or made up of color or black or white, the death will wait for you...Some will wear the veil... because they hide. Of others, has open face, will say: "my disguise, it is I! Me in my dreams, of the most disturbing until the fantasies of women weakened on the language of material. " Thrillers Thrillers Thrillers
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