You wanted me all colour, you wanted me all lights, you wanted me all peaceful, you wanted me all smiles. And when darkness took me over and its shadows held me tight, you fell down into your phantoms and dressed up in deadly pride. I won't run away from silence, it might tell me wiser things; I won't run away from night, it gives me brighter thoughts. And when darkness takes me over and its shadows hug me hard, I will dance with all its phantoms and hug them all in lovely pride.
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Este perfil es tierra sin árboles y llana, a veces pantanosa, situada generalmente entre montañas, del Mann in der Ebene.
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2 agosto, 2019 4 septiembre, 2020