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Aquilo
The winds of disaster
blow solemn and cold,
sweeping away my heart
From out of the North,
reclaiming my soul
-in torment to depart
(West Campus: November, 2020)
blow solemn and cold,
sweeping away my heart
From out of the North,
reclaiming my soul
-in torment to depart
(West Campus: November, 2020)
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Aquilo
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