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In the mist I pace alone
I'm getting faster and tasting
The sarour thath you
Have never known
Due to your divinity
Human beign
The most excellent creature of God
Drowns down into it's imperfection
Creeping throught
The paradise of the earth
Like the snake with smashing head
Don't talk about love
Which Is beign killed by
Never ending
Always present hate
There had not been
Anything without it
But the love
Would have been instead
In the mist I pace alone.

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