7:pro:5. The snows are eternal above, above—
7:pro:6. And their perfume smokes upward into the nostrils of the stars.
7:1:8: Let my cry of pain be crystallized into a little white fawn to run away into the forest!
7:pro:5. The snows are eternal above, above—
7:pro:6. And their perfume smokes upward into the nostrils of the stars.
7:1:8: Let my cry of pain be crystallized into a little white fawn to run away into the forest!
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