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The Calling Wind On My Face
The Calling Wind On My Face
The virile fragrance of alpine tor, The blowing breath of this fold, That dreams me. Pervading every single nook of existence. Veidon anatl Trireinos koilon monis pantos Volevos kaion moricus Ni trsos tenkos sves nus-anatia In litavi votno-r M anatl Qe teb lama deivos skver-ollos