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Watching Those Descending Dark Clouds
For see by the beast,
I'm standing proud,
Reaching for those stars high,
Above shining bright,
Blinding my eyes,
I suffered the seven days hunger,
Meditation of healing embun pagi,
The brightness of the golden fields,
Look!!! the sign from the ravens,
Those voices - so deafening, so cruel,
So humid is the winds that blow,
Appreciate what have been told and the sea...
I proceed with my eternal walk,
Still those ravens above me,
The winds, breezing very much,
Horizontal those voices...so weakening...so cruel,
Have you heard the tale of the serpent that infernally awaits the golden throne?
Healing me with the supreme glory,
...and in eternal path shall we meet
last modified Aug 3, 2004 at 23:07
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