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Ved Buens Ende Carrier Of Wounds

with the wind. Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end. A wanderer I am indeed... ...the son of the moon... and I will carry mountains

with the wind. Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end. A wanderer I am indeed... ...the son of the moon... and I will carry mountains

with the wind. Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end. A wanderer I am indeed..... the son of the moon..... and I will carry mountains