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Your wind of words blows its hardest
Yet I am unmoved
Your bloody waters climb up my slopes
Yet I am undisgusted
Your stabbing roots pierces from within
Yet I am uneroded
Your sun burns and light me up
Yet I don't catch fire
You have to try harder if you want me destroyed
~L'aquila

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