The storm wavers not anymore The streamed spring flows not anymore The intense feelings all depreciated Why not come and make my soul free again? I have loved But losing...
And the gods came Making three mountains one Striping the hood naked In the name of clothing Crudity in the name refining And the gods left For the godsons Neo-colomental...
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