

Cold DeathThe cold moon looks from heavens, Though it does not shine, But shines whole wood, The wool of a she-wolf is cool and gentle... There is to light, behind the moon it. It howls on this moon, So it is light and so that moon is dangerous, It attracts to herself and death and. The she-wolf thinks of passion and a pain, She does not want in a cage, it will be at liberty. But here already poachers so it is close, Descent from falls, as usually-is low. She has solved, all has considered, to it is sick. "I will better die, but I will be at liberty!" It has closed eyesCold Death
Christy
Maria
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To obtain, something of equal value must be lost.
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To obtain, something of equal value must be lost.
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To obtain, something of equal value must be lost.
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To obtain, something of equal value must be lost.
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