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Saintseneca
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Roanoke
Son, you know my name you know my wonder, but still you run. When the winter came, the trouble came, and now you're gone. I found the remnants, of Croatoan carved in a tree, Roanoke is gone, no bones left to bury. Wait for - wait for it wait until it comes If we stay here, we die here so let's pick up and run.
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