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| Chestnutssss chestnutssss | |
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| My turn. Thirty white horses on a hill. First they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still. | |
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| Voicesslesss it cries... wingless flutterss toothless bitess mouthless mutterss | |
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| Half a Moment! Wind, wind of course! | |
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