The Crow In the Night
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1 he soil became the body,
One rib, that's the other half The earth is no longer alone, Kabala is a miracle of light. On the way of the rising sun, To turn back is to do not want to go rough altogether nigged. Nor can fire bring eternal heat, Only love opened the magic wings of the stars. If I could meet you once, I don't know what can wipe out the bubble, I don't know what seems to be very happy. If one day I go quietly, I don't know how many people cry more quiedy, I don't know how many people will be silent.
