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3d
The sharp - clad eagles
of my hopes

That through my whole life,
The only food available to them was
my heart desires - little swallows

In the hope of death of even one of my sorrows
- Now each of them has become an Allosaurus-

had turned into vultures,
and it is a pity that in this hope they will soon die.
All Promete
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All Promete  M/Persia
(M/Persia)   
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   Immortality
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