the symbols and opening page
name flying a bove the cloude climbing the air
naked strange seemeed the name
new and proud the feeling
had been born to say
i love
her hair black night
come long and wild passed
over my vew hung
her eyes was in fight
like fight the badly war thee do
power of my soul
my heart seemed to cry
why why ?
Strang war make the hill near
catch face how i love
silently was sad
drifting me hard below
warm name was still
like new wild peace was singing
out from the hill
hung back in my veins
wether is a love
wether is a wound
wether is a sham of war voices
i love
i love
i love


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