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Show Me Some Warmth show me some warmth I’m sick of being bored I wanted love but all I ever seemed to get was ignored so now I’ve changed I’ve allowed my heart to wilt I’ve learned to disregard my feelings and to lie without guilt I can say you’re beautiful I’m not looking for [...] Weeper’s Song I was born in Lichen city and always I was poor I passed my days in a sad malaise sat on a cold stone floor when mother got leukemia the doctor had a cure but his advice came at a price that we could not afford
Him Who Dances with the Dead (introducing the Toadrider) Heed these words, my son, and dread Him who dances with the dead for He who, while you rest your head does cold and creeping evil spread is Him who dances with the dead and to be feared, my son
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