After A Kill There Is A Feast.
Toward The End, When Dancing Dies,
The Hounds, Drunk On Hares’ Blood
Begin To Talk Of How Soft
Were Their Pelts, How Graceful
Their Leaps, How Lovely
Their Scared, Sad Eyes
Charissa's Grace Notes
After A Kill There Is A Feast.
Toward The End, When Dancing Dies,
The Hounds, Drunk On Hares’ Blood
Begin To Talk Of How Soft
Were Their Pelts, How Graceful
Their Leaps, How Lovely
Their Scared, Sad Eyes
Charissa's Grace Notes 
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