And I breathe the Sun, Expel a moon. Then I called the stars, So spell my view, When I asked…
Mistifying
For it were not thy own to have lived, For it had not been thine in her blood to have…
And I breathe the Sun, Expel a moon. Then I called the stars, So spell my view, When I asked…
For it were not thy own to have lived, For it had not been thine in her blood to have…
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