Chapitre 19: Cascades
Stranger skies;
They will fall,
Just like the rain,
Dripping slowly with a crane.
Crowned blue eyes,
Sun kiss reflections,
It's clear as day,
When the diamonds mirrors their way.
Tribulations almighty,
The hunters do come.
Arrows of wounds,
Clatter in sounds of red.
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