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She put a wedge beside my heart And then she brought the mallet down She sang no song to guide her work I lost my heart without a sound

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Shannon Hale
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: January 26
Author
Fantasy Author
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Salt Lake City
Utah
Guides
Brought
Sound
Mallet
Song
Wedge
Lost
Wedges
Without
Sang
Heart
Beside
Work
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