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Tempête Mist, the day breaks Shadow and storm... It gets irritated. It, St. Helen that knows its fever, Says to it, Dream of another dream, of an Elbe island Your friend... It's your vigor, rush towards those Who are loyal to you and then forget you! In love Count the battles that have hurt you... No more love All the crews have dispersed. Poor love I gather the pride that has hurt you... Oh! Love Must your widow suffer for years. To love me Eagle, the day rises That celebrates you It is so. It, St. Helen rejoins the earth with the "Damned" "The ogre" lies beneath the surface, but in its pocket a... Heavy secret It is him, the man who mixes With rains of ash, who I liked. In love Count the battles that have hurt you... No more love All the crews have dispersed. Poor love I gather the pride that has hurt you... Oh! Love Must your widow suffer for years. To love me |