filling a gaping hole
prancing and dancing as if by magic
the story is a sound that moves me far away
then melancholy it stirs my emotions to sway
I weep as it captures my all, in tender heart
joy is at an end before again it starts
Shadows are spreading o’er the girth doves ere’ blackened crows craw fall fear a’ mentality o’ Rossiya call thy closer planet not close, at ...
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