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| Lightening eyes of girl precious emerald dream haughty forehead of pearl as a crown of an oriental queen I've seen you at Easter Mass fascination of unknown spaces dear dainty tale, who pass like breezes of mountains and lakes changing wailings of strings and the grieve of a lonely life in shouting of trumpet, and spring a source of promise, of rife and golden flourish of peace from the desert rock of hearth. I accept my cross, does not tease me ,no more, the mistery of dark. |
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