in the hand of Myriam Stefford , uprooted shines a constellation of the southern sky ...
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the night did not give to be delivered and then lost forever aviator wings.
buried If you love jewelry and erected a beacon to dispel the shadows, if the pain and horror started their journey from an olive grove wounded by fire and drought, I narrate the history books.
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Deep in this land lies a diamond heart every night back the Southern Cross, on the miseries asleep Altaria.
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(Theme Music: Laika's Theme, The Divine Comedy).
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