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I was racing late at night through Salem's autumn woodswhile torches followed closely yelling "Kill her! Get her good!"Carrying my mother's ghost in the light of my hair,though covered by a cloak I knew her spirit would not care.The voices growing near I sank myself into the earth.And waved my hands to order all the fog and leaves and mistto cover up my path and all the proof that I exist.I was racing late at night through Salem's autumn woods... From Letras Mania