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Bones reveal the secrets of who we are, of where we've been; Know the chill of places that creep under our skin. Bones know the depth of cold, damp soil; Know the fear that strangles like a Python's coil. Bones know the maggots, decay and discard; Know the hidden truth, both whole and hard.
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