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Post by Miral on Feb 11, 2017 8:05:19 GMT -5
Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains, like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the West, behind the hills, into shadow.
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Post by Miral on Feb 13, 2017 12:02:19 GMT -5
Mornie utúlië Believe and you will find your way Mornie alantië A promise lives within you now
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