Before Sunstrider up the skyes
The skirmish oceans shine like nights
A fairy tale of beauty land
Its gets the hour's of forget.
And deadly nights of you believe
Are just a relic of the things
You need to chose of what become
For lady mistress of the cump.
А. Р.-Цири.
Before Sunstrider up the sky-es
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