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Death, the Skeleton, rides in on the pale horse;
Sin on a pillion behind. A rush of wind.
Then FAMINE, a living corse, with hollow cheeks,
is borne in on a shield (the device an empty field),
on the uplifted hands of Skeletons, an army following.
She stands and speaks.
Sin on a pillion behind. A rush of wind.
Then FAMINE, a living corse, with hollow cheeks,
is borne in on a shield (the device an empty field),
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She stands and speaks.
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