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As I stand in the rain
I curse the gods and this killing pain
you took the one that loved me so
as she departs I now must go
I have a life to live
she dosen't have any life to give
we are the same
we are the immortals
we are the damned
the people that are walked upon
fear not my child
for I have the life
and now must give it to you
as you read this do not weep
my troubles are over I now can sleep
my love is here and always shall be
my love is here
my DarkLady

Lord Strahd

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