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Mate Parčina Sep 2016
So he goes
Pure and full

Our son of light
Prince and fool

Man he is
And so much more

Share THY light
O Heavenly Glore

Ain in soul
Our lover shines

With clear purpose
Escapes demise.

So it said
under will of THY

He is the father
LORD of sky.

— The End —