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i make my shroud, but no one knows
eighty years have passed, and more
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
do not grieve that it is over
are you alive?
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
i had over-prepared the event
there was a time in former years
all my love for my sweet
simply speaking

 



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