søndag 29. april 2012

Every time I write a story I lose a friend...

Joy, beautiful radiance of the gods,
daughter of Elysium,
We set foot in your heavenly shrine dazzled
by your brilliance.
Your charms re-united what common use has
harshly divided;
All men become brothers under your tender
wings...

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