Concrete mounted on a particular front, Nor mountain can move formed construct, But I have a plan: I am going…
Road of Ice, Fire or Fog
So tells the tale where they depart, A road they travel ne the clouds part, Nor knowing where they go…
To the north
At one point in life not far from here, A draught had fought against me all in why, For not…
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