‘Estampie,

Not so many moonlights ago I was amazed by my own reflection. For I have this entire world surrounded by my deception. Under my streaming lights I create the reason for rejection. Until then, with widows grave, I arise for my own protection. Where my autumn is your winter the summer breeze is my spring. […]

‘Estampie,

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