Legend
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The minute after noon is night and he treads, and he treads, on a horse of might. A bestowed knight, blessed by the kings and queens who uphold rights. His path of krass drifts through and out the childrens height. He walks and he walks through the shite but through it, he understands the pious and likes.© Jorge Romero Cam
