Ριφάρες, πχιούρ ΘΡΑΣh
Ριφάρες, πχιούρ ΘΡΑΣh
....went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings....
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest....
Was music choir...
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