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Her Kind
One day,
Her breath will be the echo of my voice,
That fades in no time.
Her hair will that be of the ash's hue
When all the firewoods are eaten by fire.
Her eyes surrounded by...
Her breath will be the echo of my voice,
That fades in no time.
Her hair will that be of the ash's hue
When all the firewoods are eaten by fire.
Her eyes surrounded by...
