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There, on blood-saturated ground, have stood
Soldier, assassin, executioner.
Whether for daily pittance or in blind fear
Or out of abstract hatred, and shed blood,
But could not cast a single jet thereon.
Odour of blood on the ancestral stair!
And we that have shed none must gather there
And clamour in drunken frenzy for the moon.
William Butler Yeats, Blood and the Moon
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Fanfiction❝Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought.❞ [post-Breaking Dawn]
