Dont speak anymore with this strange woman. Cloud of fullness conquer sky of her opinion. She throwe back the green said of green book. And flower from far sunny valley. Because she has died eternally in side the temple of doubt, and single jail of surrender. The rays of eagerness set in the blakodss of her eyes. Dont speak about dancing jasmines branches and the gates that opening to the spring side. Now she is tired im the vast sunset. And calling the light to come to her. She is tired of ignoring the entire calamity around her. Yes she has died eternilly in the temple of doubt, and single jail of surrender. She is tired and single she introduced with the city, here she is coming from city- and on the way back she wishes humanity
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