Sing
por C.D. Reiss
This is the last book in the series.Take my hand, my love.On sinews of air we treadAught but distance our guideWith no tempo to our gaitNo endpoint drawnNeither plot nor planBy the thorns of a compass roseWe bound toward the …
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This is the last book in the series.Take my hand, my love.On sinews of air we treadAught but distance our guideWith no tempo to our gaitNo endpoint drawnNeither plot nor planBy the thorns of a compass roseWe bound toward the horizon.Literatura Estrangeira
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