Her eyes never sleep, and the nights never pass. That between wishful dreams there is also a rain of curses. Where did the sunlight that bestowed my virtue go?
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Her eyes never sleep, and the nights never pass. That between wishful dreams there is also a rain of curses. Where did the sunlight that bestowed my virtue go?
