And to these people I have dedicated a sizable portion of my regard and respect and love: a lioness to my kit and cub, a mountain goat to my lonely moon on the mountain, and my king cobra, my keen and pretty black bird, whose crow calls herald the clean, dry dawn that will see me through this deserted in-between time.
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Freedom hangs like heaven over everyone... )
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here's some lovin'
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