There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats o'er the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings un-hallowed and old.

There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sin's turning flight.
And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule- altar fungous and white.

To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the sick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark, from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.

Hindi biro ang apat na taong ibinuhos sa iisang paaralan. Lalo na kung sa halos bawat pumapanaw na araw sa apatnapung buwan ay iisa lang ang itinatahanan ko't parang nakakulong pa sa iisang bahay sa tuktok ng iisang bundok.

Hindi birong sa haba pa lang ng apat na taon naging lipunan ko na ang Regional Science High School III. Tahanan. Mundo.

Hindi rin biro na sa pagbukhang liwayway sa akin ng ikalimang taon ay saka pa nagbago ang ikot ng mundo ko.

Sabi ng isang dating sikat na makatang si William Shakespeare noon na ang buong daigdig natin ay tila isang tanghalan at lahat ng lalaki't babae dito ay mistulang mga manananghal lamang. Sila'y umaalis at lumalahok ng walang pasinaya, madalas wala ring paalam...

Totoo nga, pabara-bara lang.

Bago ko pa man namalayan naging dayuhan agad ako sa sarili kong tahanan. Sa unang pagkakataon matapos ng apat na taon na umalis ang mga ilaw at tala na nakasanayan kong tingalain, pagmasdan, nakabibigla.

O baka matagal lang kasi talaga akong malapit sa gitna bago ko naranasang maitulak sa bandang dulo.

Sa tuwing itinatanong sa akin ng mga kaibigan ko sa Junior High School kung ano ang masasabi ko sa nakaraang dalawang taon ko sa RS bilang mag-aaral sa Senior High School; madalas sinasabi ko lang ay nakabibigla. Para akong namalinguyngóy sa wika na halos buong buhay ko nang sinasalita.

Lalong lalo na dahil palagi pang ipinaaalala sa akin ng mga taong nasa paligid ko na matagal na dapat akong umalis sa paaralan na ito. Ang pagpili ko sa STEM education o Science, Technology, Engineering, at Mathematics strand sa Akademikong trak ay isang pagkakamali at aminado ako dito. Kung tutuusin hindi talaga biro na ako ang tunay na 'alien' sa SHS ng RSHS.

Kaya mahirap ang Calculus at Physics at Chemistry para sa akin. Hindi ko ipagkakaila. Mahirap ring makitungo sa mga tipon-tipon ng mga nagsisikap maging bihasa sa larangan ng medisina kung ang gusto ko lang naman ay maging bihasa sa pisara. Higit din sa minsan ay nakahihiya na rin ipaliwanag pa kung bakit hindi ako nagtataas ng kamay tuwing tinatanong kung sino ang nangangarap maging doktor sa kinabukasan. Uulitin ko, nakahihiya.

Nakababalinguyngóy patagal ng patagal, habang lalong nagiging dayuhan ako sa paaralan na ito... Umabot ako ng hanggang ikalabindalawang baitang bago mapansin na masyado nang malaki ang distansya ko sa mga bagong bituin na dapat nasa paligid ko pa rin.

Maging tapat lang din, nakahahanga talaga ang pagniningning nila. Ang mga kaklase ko, bihira ko lang pinupuri pero tunay ang hiwaga nila, kahit sa mata ko lang.

Oo, dati inisip ko rin na habulin ko ang mga sinag ng aking mga kamagaral, pero kung nasaan ako ngayon, siguro nga mas pipiliin ko na ang kinalalagyan ko.

Itinanong na rin sa akin dati ng isa kong kaibigan ito, may advantage ba talaga ang pagpili ko na magaral sa STEM ng RSHS?

Ngayon, sobrang dali ko lang masasabi na kahit wala ako sa gitna ng mga tala napagmasdan ko naman ang mas malaking kalawakan. Kaya sobra rin, may isang napakalaking nagawa sa akin ng SHS ng lipunan ko.

Sabi nga ng mga Astrologo, pinakamalinaw na mapagmamasdan ang kalangitan mula sa pinakamadilim na kapaligiran; at yun ang kinalalagyan ko ngayon. Gaya ng nasa larawan ng isang concert kung saan nasa dulo ako ng coliseum ay nakita ko ang pinakamagandang view na hinding hindi ko makikita kung nasa gitna lamang ako at malapit sa pinakamasinag na hiwaga na meron. Tanging sa gilid lang, kung saan halos wala na akong makita sa inaapakan ko, doon ko lang nakita kung gaano karikit ang dami ng mga ilaw na hindi ko pa naisip lingunin noon.

Saka ko lang napagalaman na mayroon pa palang ningning na malilingon ko sa larangan ng pagsulat ng lathalain. Paniguradong kung hindi ko sinubukan muli na lumaban sa presscon nitong taon hindi ko na ulit mararanasan ang journalism, muntik na akong hindi makalaban sa DSPC at lumaban sa RSPC. Muntik ko nang hindi makilala si Rizzaine at ang ibang mga naging kaibigan ko sa laban na ito. Siguro nga hindi ko rin makakahalubilo ang mga naging kasamahan ko sa the Eagle at ang Sanghaya kung hindi dito.

Hindi ko rin inasahan na mapapalapit ako sa kislap na tanging sa SDRRM at Red Cross Youth ko lamang mararanasan. Nakakapagpabagabag. Matagal na akong lider pero hindi kahit kailan pa man ay nasagi na sa isip ko na mangunguna ako sa isang napakalaking lipunan  na kasing gulo at kasing dehado ng katipunan na iyon. At higit pa rito ay sino ba naman ang magaakala na sasabihin kong naging isang malaki at masayang bahagi ng SHS ko ang ubod ng labong pangkat na ito.

Ang mga kaibigan ko pa. Mga parol sa madalim na sansinukob na hindi ko magawang talikuran at hindi ko rin kayang masyadong malayuan.

Mahirap silang isa-isahin pero silang mga bituin na natulak rin palayo sa gitna ng mundo namin, para silang Polaris, na naging pahayag ng daanan tatahakin ko sa karimlang katakot-takot lakaran. Alam ko na lalayo at lalayo pa sila habang patuloy na lumalaki at lumalaki ang kalawakan ko pero ang hiwaga ng ilaw nila, yun ang hiwaga na hindi mawawala sa mundo ko.

Mahirap maligaw sa tahanang kay tagal-tagal mo nang ginawang mundo. Mahirap madapa sa daanang ilang taon mo nang nilalakad. Nakababahala. Nakababaliw. Nakababalinguyngóy. Pero ang sukdulan lang ng karanasan ko ay gaya lang ng isang simpleng kasabihan 'we do not go there for the hike, we go there for the view.' at tunay nga, sobrang ganda ng tanawin sa gilid ng pagiging estudyante ng SHS.

Apollo’s wrath to man the dreadful spring
Of ills innum’rous, tuneful goddess, sing!
Thou who did’st first th’ ideal pencil give,
And taught’st the painter in his works to live,
Inspire with glowing energy of thought,
What Wilson painted, and what Ovid wrote.
Muse! lend thy aid, nor let me sue in vain,
Tho’ last and meanest of the rhyming train!
O guide my pen in lofty strains to show
The Phrygian queen, all beautiful in woe.
  ’Twas where Maeonia spreads her wide domain
Niobe dwelt, and held her potent reign:
See in her hand the regal sceptre shine,
The wealthy heir of Tantalus divine,
He most distinguish’d by Dodonean Jove,
To approach the tables of the gods above:
Her grandsire Atlas, who with mighty pains
Th’ ethereal axis on his neck sustains:
Her other grandsire on the throne on high
Rolls the loud-pealing thunder thro’ the sky.
  Her spouse, Amphion, who from Jove too springs,
Divinely taught to sweep the sounding strings.
  Seven sprightly sons the royal bed adorn,
Seven daughters beauteous as the op’ning morn,
As when Aurora fills the ravish’d sight,
And decks the orient realms with rosy light
From their bright eyes the living splendors play,
Nor can beholders bear the flashing ray.
  Wherever, Niobe, thou turn’st thine eyes,
New beauties kindle, and new joys arise!
But thou had’st far the happier mother prov’d,
If this fair offspring had been less belov’d:
What if their charms exceed Aurora’s teint.
No words could tell them, and no pencil paint,
Thy love too vehement hastens to destroy
Each blooming maid, and each celestial boy.
  Now Manto comes, endu’d with mighty skill,
The past to explore, the future to reveal.
Thro’ Thebes’ wide streets Tiresia’s daughter came,
Divine Latona’s mandate to proclaim:
The Theban maids to hear the orders ran,
When thus Maeonia’s prophetess began:
  “Go, Thebans! great Latona’s will obey,
“And pious tribute at her altars pay:
“With rights divine, the goddess be implor’d,
“Nor be her sacred offspring unador’d.”
Thus Manto spoke.  The Theban maids obey,
And pious tribute to the goddess pay.
The rich perfumes ascend in waving spires,
And altars blaze with consecrated fires;
The fair assembly moves with graceful air,
And leaves of laurel bind the flowing hair.
  Niobe comes with all her royal race,
With charms unnumber’d, and superior grace:
Her Phrygian garments of delightful hue,
Inwove with gold, refulgent to the view,
Beyond description beautiful she moves
Like heav’nly Venus, ’midst her smiles and loves:
She views around the supplicating train,
And shakes her graceful head with stern disdain,
Proudly she turns around her lofty eyes,
And thus reviles celestial deities:
“What madness drives the Theban ladies fair
“To give their incense to surrounding air?
“Say why this new sprung deity preferr’d?
“Why vainly fancy your petitions heard?
“Or say why Caeus offspring is obey’d,
“While to my goddesship no tribute’s paid?
“For me no altars blaze with living fires,
“No bullock bleeds, no frankincense transpires,
“Tho’ Cadmus’ palace, not unknown to fame,
“And Phrygian nations all revere my name.
“Where’er I turn my eyes vast wealth I find,
“Lo! here an empress with a goddess join’d.
“What, shall a Titaness be deify’d,
“To whom the spacious earth a couch deny’d!
“Nor heav’n, nor earth, nor sea receiv’d your queen,
“Till pitying Delos took the wand’rer in.
“Round me what a large progeny is spread!
“No frowns of fortune has my soul to dread.
“What if indignant she decrease my train
“More than Latona’s number will remain;
“Then hence, ye Theban dames, hence haste away,
“Nor longer off’rings to Latona pay;
“Regard the orders of Amphion’s spouse,
“And take the leaves of laurel from your brows.”
Niobe spoke.  The Theban maids obey’d,
Their brows unbound, and left the rights unpaid.
  The angry goddess heard, then silence broke
On Cynthus’ summit, and indignant spoke;
“Phoebus! behold, thy mother in disgrace,
“Who to no goddess yields the prior place
“Except to Juno’s self, who reigns above,
“The spouse and sister of the thund’ring Jove.
“Niobe, sprung from Tantalus, inspires
“Each Theban ***** with rebellious fires;
“No reason her imperious temper quells,
“But all her father in her tongue rebels;
“Wrap her own sons for her blaspheming breath,
“Apollo! wrap them in the shades of death.”
Latona ceas’d, and ardent thus replies
The God, whose glory decks th’ expanded skies.
  “Cease thy complaints, mine be the task assign’d
“To punish pride, and scourge the rebel mind.”
This Phoebe join’d.—They wing their instant flight;
Thebes trembled as th’ immortal pow’rs alight.
  With clouds incompass’d glorious Phoebus stands;
The feather’d vengeance quiv’ring in his hands.
     Near Cadmus’ walls a plain extended lay,
Where Thebes’ young princes pass’d in sport the day:
There the bold coursers bounded o’er the plains,
While their great masters held the golden reins.
Ismenus first the racing pastime led,
And rul’d the fury of his flying steed.
“Ah me,” he sudden cries, with shrieking breath,
While in his breast he feels the shaft of death;
He drops the bridle on his courser’s mane,
Before his eyes in shadows swims the plain,
He, the first-born of great Amphion’s bed,
Was struck the first, first mingled with the dead.
  Then didst thou, Sipylus, the language hear
Of fate portentous whistling in the air:
As when th’ impending storm the sailor sees
He spreads his canvas to the fav’ring breeze,
So to thine horse thou gav’st the golden reins,
Gav’st him to rush impetuous o’er the plains:
But ah! a fatal shaft from Phoebus’ hand
Smites thro’ thy neck, and sinks thee on the sand.
  Two other brothers were at wrestling found,
And in their pastime claspt each other round:
A shaft that instant from Apollo’s hand
Transfixt them both, and stretcht them on the sand:
Together they their cruel fate bemoan’d,
Together languish’d, and together groan’d:
Together too th’ unbodied spirits fled,
And sought the gloomy mansions of the dead.
Alphenor saw, and trembling at the view,
Beat his torn breast, that chang’d its snowy hue.
He flies to raise them in a kind embrace;
A brother’s fondness triumphs in his face:
Alphenor fails in this fraternal deed,
A dart dispatch’d him (so the fates decreed:)
Soon as the arrow left the deadly wound,
His issuing entrails smoak’d upon the ground.
  What woes on blooming Damasichon wait!
His sighs portend his near impending fate.
Just where the well-made leg begins to be,
And the soft sinews form the supple knee,
The youth sore wounded by the Delian god
Attempts t’ extract the crime-avenging rod,
But, whilst he strives the will of fate t’ avert,
Divine Apollo sends a second dart;
Swift thro’ his throat the feather’d mischief flies,
Bereft of sense, he drops his head, and dies.
  Young Ilioneus, the last, directs his pray’r,
And cries, “My life, ye gods celestial! spare.”
Apollo heard, and pity touch’d his heart,
But ah! too late, for he had sent the dart:
Thou too, O Ilioneus, art doom’d to fall,
The fates refuse that arrow to recal.
  On the swift wings of ever flying Fame
To Cadmus’ palace soon the tidings came:
Niobe heard, and with indignant eyes
She thus express’d her anger and surprise:
“Why is such privilege to them allow’d?
“Why thus insulted by the Delian god?
“Dwells there such mischief in the pow’rs above?
“Why sleeps the vengeance of immortal Jove?”
For now Amphion too, with grief oppress’d,
Had plung’d the deadly dagger in his breast.
Niobe now, less haughty than before,
With lofty head directs her steps no more
She, who late told her pedigree divine,
And drove the Thebans from Latona’s shrine,
How strangely chang’d!—yet beautiful in woe,
She weeps, nor weeps unpity’d by the foe.
On each pale corse the wretched mother spread
Lay overwhelm’d with grief, and kiss’d her dead,
Then rais’d her arms, and thus, in accents slow,
“Be sated cruel Goddess! with my woe;
“If I’ve offended, let these streaming eyes,
“And let this sev’nfold funeral suffice:
“Ah! take this wretched life you deign’d to save,
“With them I too am carried to the grave.
“Rejoice triumphant, my victorious foe,
“But show the cause from whence your triumphs flow?
“Tho’ I unhappy mourn these children slain,
“Yet greater numbers to my lot remain.”
She ceas’d, the bow string twang’d with awful sound,
Which struck with terror all th’ assembly round,
Except the queen, who stood unmov’d alone,
By her distresses more presumptuous grown.
Near the pale corses stood their sisters fair
In sable vestures and dishevell’d hair;
One, while she draws the fatal shaft away,
Faints, falls, and sickens at the light of day.
To sooth her mother, lo! another flies,
And blames the fury of inclement skies,
And, while her words a filial pity show,
Struck dumb—indignant seeks the shades below.
Now from the fatal place another flies,
Falls in her flight, and languishes, and dies.
Another on her sister drops in death;
A fifth in trembling terrors yields her breath;
While the sixth seeks some gloomy cave in vain,
Struck with the rest, and mingled with the slain.
  One only daughter lives, and she the least;
The queen close clasp’d the daughter to her breast:
“Ye heav’nly pow’rs, ah spare me one,” she cry’d,
“Ah! spare me one,” the vocal hills reply’d:
In vain she begs, the Fates her suit deny,
In her embrace she sees her daughter die.
   “The queen of all her family bereft,
“Without or husband, son, or daughter left,
“Grew stupid at the shock.  The passing air
“Made no impression on her stiff’ning hair.
“The blood forsook her face: amidst the flood
“Pour’d from her cheeks, quite fix’d her eye-*****
  “stood.
“Her tongue, her palate both obdurate grew,
“Her curdled veins no longer motion knew;
“The use of neck, and arms, and feet was gone,
“And ev’n her bowels hard’ned into stone:
“A marble statue now the queen appears,
“But from the marble steal the silent tears.”

Education Gives Luster to Motherland

Wise education, vital breath
Inspires an enchanting virtue;
She puts the Country in the lofty seat
Of endless glory, of dazzling glow,
And just as the gentle aura's puff
Do brighten the perfumed flower's hue:
So education with a wise, guiding hand,
A benefactress, exalts the human band.

Man's placid repose and earthly life
To education he dedicates
Because of her, art and science are born
Man; and as from the high mount above
The pure rivulet flows, undulates,
So education beyond measure
Gives the Country tranquility secure.

Where wise education raises a throne
Sprightly youth are invigorated,
Who with firm stand error they subdue
And with noble ideas are exalted;
It breaks immortality's neck,
Contemptible crime before it is halted:
It humbles barbarous nations
And it makes of savages champions.
And like the spring that nourishes
The plants, the bushes of the meads,
She goes on spilling her placid wealth,
And with kind eagerness she constantly feeds,
The river banks through which she slips,
And to beautiful nature all she concedes,
So whoever procures education wise
Until the height of honor may rise.

From her lips the waters crystalline
Gush forth without end, of divine virtue,
And prudent doctrines of her faith
The forces weak of evil subdue,
That break apart like the whitish waves
That lash upon the motionless shoreline:
And to climb the heavenly ways the people
Do learn with her noble example.

In the wretched human beings' breast
The living flame of good she lights
The hands of criminal fierce she ties,
And fill the faithful hearts with delights,
Which seeks her secrets beneficent
And in the love for the good her breast she incites,
And it's th' education noble and pure
Of human life the balsam sure.

And like a rock that rises with pride
In the middle of the turbulent waves
When hurricane and fierce Notus roar
She disregards their fury and raves,
That weary of the horror great
So frightened calmly off they stave;
Such is one by wise education steered
He holds the Country's reins unconquered.
His achievements on sapphires are engraved;
The Country pays him a thousand honors;
For in the noble ******* of her sons
Virtue transplanted luxuriant flow'rs;
And in the love of good e'er disposed
Will see the lords and governors
The noble people with loyal venture
Christian education always procure.

And like the golden sun of the morn
Whose rays resplendent shedding gold,
And like fair aurora of gold and red
She overspreads her colors bold;
Such true education proudly gives
The pleasure of virtue to young and old
And she enlightens out Motherland dear
As she offers endless glow and luster.

Since music is part of the headwear, most of the colors
of death in the air is about two amino acids, but it is
Latin to place stars on other flags, golden gold from America.
Changes for the musicians in the sunshine,
you are on your way. The wind zone of The queen of the sea
is in the early hours of the morning. I dropped in cold war.
The beauty of the British English-Asian team lost his wife,
John is in the heart of Sky Europe Baloo snooch blue spirit
July Goddess woman to return from Jesus devil evil rains
in Russia If you are a friend from the hand of food, garden;
The radio satellite square of the series of titles called SMA
French is full of fun games for children, six and six,
full of hope and Rs. A book about worrying, but the old word is true,
for example, to the image of Russia with the power
of the eagle under the stars. Igor is very tense.
There is a spirit. There are many words about nature.
Decorative jewelry and waiting for the mouth
and tongue are salty, *****, crazy, cool in the mirror
and work like an external wall stone. Find what
we did not find. The purpose of the gods you have
to say in the name of the image is to take half
the leaves by your feet to drink wine, to be gay, up,
and mother and like smoke to the feet in socks,
as you do of water, jellyfish materials at the Museum
of Asian Lands; bad news, my Perkins, Einstein's tree
and school board pictures of Einstein's users who
have been asked to sleep in the middle of the sun,
or burned in the middle of Los Angeles at the Los Angeles host.
The water waves of the mountains went to the drunken prophet
of the Chinese, but a man of Goldman Sachs was often
involved in the Alchemy of Bettie's wounds written
to all the host of many who have met the general.
Dogs on the ground? taken ill falls on his side,
the arms of the preparation of the grace we receive,
but not to create the council of holy happiness,
in fact, it is the least sign for women's leaders,
since music is a part of the head of the fair pole,
most of the color of death in the air about two elbows
of amino acids, but it is a Latina to the stars
and other brands of fire, the head of gold from America.
The exchange of money is for the poet in the glory of the sun,
it was on his way. The air space The queen of the sea
in the morning hours. I left the cold war. The beauty
of the young Greek English-Asian team had lost his wife,
John is in the heart of the Sky over Europe's Baloo snooch's
blue spirit of the July Goddess woman to return from Jesus' evil
devil dog in Russia; If you are a friend from the hands
of the food the radio garden drinks squares of the series
of dreams called ****, French in questions full of high games
for babies, children and an overheated
six-year-old full of hope and said Rs.
A book about the crisis, but the old saying is true,
for example, to the image of Russia,
with a strong wind of poetry under the stars.
Igor is a very big one. There is a spirit.
There is a lot of talk about nature.
The ladies ornaments standing up and waiting
for mouths and tongues to twist, feels *****, crazy,
knowing the feeling in the mirror
and running like a stone to get outside the park.
Search the invisible. The lips of the gods
he has to speak in the name of the game
is to move half of the leaf by means of her feet
so that she drinks the wine, to be gay in the mountains
and a mother and as the smoke goes to the feet
out of socks as it comes out of the water,
the jellyfish instruments in the Museum
of the province of Asia; bad news, my Perkins,
the wood and the Einstein public library is a picture
of Einstein's strippers asked to sleep in the middle of sleep,
or sleep in the middle of Los Angeles in Los Angeles
consumer separator. The waves of the mountains up
to the Chinese drink prophet,
but a man of the Goldman Sachs frequency
of the Alchemy of Bettie's coal has written
to the full army, many of whom have met the general.
Pieces of dogs on the ground? torn,
and fell on his knees, the arms of the preparation
of the grace received, but not so much as to create a circle of holy joy,
in fact, a very thin plaque of women leaders.
When music is part of a tree handsome head hot,
the color of a particular amino acid death of three feet;
But I do not have a Latina's stars of torches
came to the fire, the head of the American gold.
He has gone the poet is one glory of the sun,
the money is the change. Air space. The queen of the sea
in the morning hours. Come out of the cold war.
And beauty is a young Greek English Asian
who follows lost the wife of John and sits in the heart of the Sky
over Europe's Baloo snooch, July woman blue goddess spirit
to come home Jesus' bad dog hell up Russian. |
If you are a friend of the hands of the food,
beverage numbers French garden square
Dream in question to call the small radius
of the baby is not full of games into the deep,
had six sons, the heat is 3, and the said Rs,
full of hope. A book critical of the old but true,
for example to the image of Russia,
a strong wind at the foot of poetry's living stars.
Igor is very rich.
It is a siege against. There is a lot of talk about nature.
When the first robot breaks cultural fields
and the sky sweet child has the right
to walk around the core of the destruction
of memory friend Ringers poet.
The ornaments of the women
were standing waiting mouths of the tongue's laps,
***** feet, madness, knowing the feeling of a mirror,
he is running as a stone out of the park. Look for the invisible.
of the gods he shall speak in the name of the game
to do the media, newspapers apt to be moved by means of the lips,
that sends forth the feet of the drinking of the wine to be gay,
in the mountains and mothers: for a smoke shall come,
like the socks on the feet of the instruments from the Medusa
in the Asian Museum and Aquarius; bad news, my lady Perkins,
a tree, and Einstein's library has asked for the public image
of Einstein's sleep in the middle of the strippers
from the sleep of the Angels in the central dream
of the Los Angeles painted stripper. Hills wet with the waves of the
came to the prophet, came to drink, they began to perfect
the Chinese writing on the inside Alchemy of Bettie,
was filled with a crowd came up to meet with the man
of Goldman Sachs computation to many Gen.
the feet of the monster of the city and led him to **** a Christian
and had taken of the origin of some other thing,
and the color of the flame and brought him
to Rattan. The dogs pieces of country? torn, and fell upon my knees,
fell in love with the kind of the institution
of the arms of the holy women also, your joy,
far and near, that of all of the world revolution
and the leaders' present an infirmary
and a very thin plate. Since it is part of the running rings,
the majority of dead memories of death in the air
are two amino acids, but the stars and other artifacts
are the Latin American golden gold.
Changes to musicians in the solar radiation are:
You're on your activity. The Queen's Queen is awake in the early morning.
I stopped the Cold War. English, English, English, English,
English, French, English, French, English, French, English,
French, English, French, French, Spanish, French and Spanish,
And six, hope and despair. The book about depression,
for example, the old word is the correct Russian language,
with the power of the stars. Jiang is very hard. There is a spirit.
There are several words about nature. Stunning jewelry
and glazes, *****, crazed, crystal-clear lamps,
and the exterior walls are awesome. Find what we have not obtained.
The purpose of the gods you speak of in the name of the image
is to take part in your hands, become homosexuals,
and mothers, and even to your feet like water works,
Museum of Asian Art Museums, Bad news, my Pentecens,
the stereo tree and the school board were asked to sleep
in the sun or in the city of Los Angeles, USA,
incinerated by fire. The waves of the mountains
are moving to the screams in China. However,
adult male Sheik Aged was generally a bipolar ulcer
with a large group of people. Dogs on Earth?
The gifts we have received are not at the expense
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crazy, mirrored, exterior wall stone.
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There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats o'er the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of
feastings unhallowed and old.

There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sun's turning flight.
And chant wild in the woods as they dance
round a Yule-altar fungous and white.

To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the thick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark,
from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.

And mayst thou to such deeds
Be an abbot and priest,
Singing cannibal greeds
At each devil-wrought feast,
And to all the incredulous world
shewing dimly the sign of the beast.