Years past since his mother a mirror bestowed, Oh, adorned silver on silver etched light glowed: Beheld a man of…
From people
Whereat he stirs never but not shaken, So parts ere the ways long the path taken, Along the lone way…
Beauty and deceit
Once he walks, there he bays; Finer than light, none ere days Gesture a moisture to soothe, The only that…
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