This my be woman and vagabond, leads me to grope towards the heart of Soul hours full of wind and rain in abundance.
My face is forced to the ground, smear and swallows bitter dust grains:
corrode and burn the lips and nostrils.
looked up at the top of a sublime perfection all-new, which I yearn.
L 'Anima disfigured by a thousand ugly aspires to redial;
a similarity entirely reconstructed.
L 'Anima disfigured by a thousand ugly aspires to redial;
a similarity entirely reconstructed.
No longer a 'Anima fragile, but strong like a David.
Strong as a castle of remote times, survived the grim times of the world.
A Castle he's alive.
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