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written by Anna Wickham
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To live on a sterile hill
Suits not my mood,
I'll walk in towns my fill,
With strong resisting blood.
There is no virtue in stark fear,
Whether it be of Sin or Death,
But there is pride in walking clear,
Through Plague's contaminating breath.
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