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ΣΑΝΤΑ ΡΑ ΓΚΑ-Ι !!
if your heart holds any riches, lend a helping hand
Kαι με τους δυο!
Εγώ θα έλεγα με κανέναν τους
Throughout the times of perplexity and illusion
We've got some last Gods left, worth keeping
That go by such names as Kindness and Honesty.
I want us to hold swords again
As in the years of the old tales.
But this time, to fight for Dignity and Solidarity.
Against the waves of darkness and death
I'm walking with Eternal Brightness in my eyes.
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εγω θα ελεγα μοιαζουν μεταξυ τους αλλα ο τυπος καμια σχεση.
υπομονή
χαχαχα, ο Βασίλης γιατί δεν είναι στο ερ;
"Δεν συζητάμε, γιατί είμαι ΟΞΥΘΥΜΟΣ."
نحن نحب فصل الربيع الجميل.
Χαχαχαχαχα!!!Γαμησε!!!!
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.