Here the wave memory of St.
There was a frothy trail.
Carefree coming for you -
I am guided by the path of the unknown.
When and where to lead the,
I do not know, but there is no doubt,
That killed former lie,
And coming whirlwind of visions.
When it's my time,
And silenced favorite songs,
There sadly say: 'Ugas',
But there sound: "Arise!»
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