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Without a motion, the dancer in front
of the silent player, the kantele burning
like the sun without its light.
She appears in my dream.

Gypsy woman crystallomancy
seeing a war, heavy iron in the chest,
never growing rusty.
Prophesying, crops are like
weather and war
you now have thaw
but tomorrow brings bitter frost and ice

No, there is no reason to bow down,
even though you could lash us with your whip.
Should we die, then mother earth would get
a golden blanket.

Gypsy woman crystallomancy
seeing a war, heavy iron in the chest,
never growing rusty.
Prophesying, crops are like
weather and war
you now have thaw
but tomorrow brings bitter frost and ice

Before was like before but today
is indescribable.
Before, yellow grain swayed,
harmonious and serene
Before was like before but today
there's no peace.
Evil's reaping, the Devil's laughing,
he has grown fat and strong.
Eastern Igor slaughters from his hideout.

Before was like before but today
is indescribable.
Before, yellow grain swayed,
harmonious and serene
Before was like before but today
there's no peace.
Evil's reaping, the Devil's laughing,
he has grown fat and strong.
Eastern Igor slaughters from his hideout.

Before was like before x3

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