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"The moth"
By Chinese poets, composers fengwenshu
This blue, little moth flew from that distant, cold, boundless, coming Kingdom of snow, this moth, yearning flame, flame,
This blue, small moths flew ,Like a cricket, from that distant, cold, boundless, coming Kingdom of snow, this moth, yearning flame, flame,
The moths from your sweet, singing in the mirror and saw the
Beautiful, Italy's sky more blue than the sky in the world,
Beautiful, Italy's Sun, more fiery than the Sun in the world,
This blue, small moths flew ,Like a cricket, from that distant, cold, boundless, coming Kingdom of snow, this moth, yearning flame, flame,
The moths from your sweet, singing in the mirror and saw the
Beautiful, Italy's sky more blue than the sky in the world,
Beautiful, Italy's Sun, more fiery than the Sun in the world,
See the moth suddenly turned into ashes,
This is because you are the heart of the Sun, your song of the flame, the moth, turned to ashes, like a volcano songs, a tall, among the stars of icebergs, into boiling, run rivers,
The moths from your sweet, singing in the mirror and saw the
Beautiful, Italy's sky more blue than the sky in the world,
Beautiful, Italy's Sun, more fiery than the Sun in the world,
See the moth suddenly turned into ashes,
This is because you are the heart of the Sun, your song of the flame, the moth, turned to ashes, like a volcano songs, a tall, among the stars of icebergs, into boiling, run rivers,
See the moth suddenly turned into ashes,
This is because you are the heart of the Sun, your song of the flame, the moth, turned to ashes, like a volcano songs, a tall, among the stars of icebergs, into boiling, run rivers,
See the moth suddenly turned into ashes,
This is because you are the heart of the Sun, your song of the flame, the moth, turned to ashes, like a volcano songs, a tall, among the stars of icebergs, into boiling, run rivers,
See the moth suddenly turned into ashes,
This is because you are the heart of the Sun, your song of the flame, moths into ashes, like a volcano songs, a tall, among the stars of icebergs, into boiling, run River
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