Some years, some days ago
I came across a girl.
Not like any I haven't seen,
a life of another kind.
The wrath of Gods,
titanic and slow to rise,
swells within, dullness dies.
This mute heart screams,
A cry of pine, in my dreams.
I yearn for her,
some years, some days now.
I came across a girl.
Not like any I haven't seen,
a life of another kind.
The wrath of Gods,
titanic and slow to rise,
swells within, dullness dies.
This mute heart screams,
A cry of pine, in my dreams.
I yearn for her,
some years, some days now.
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