Mediterranean
Oh, from the archipelagos,
There in the orange smell
Even the rubble carries themselves without tears and curse,
Flows in the northern gloom, fog and Niflheim,
Runes and lure whispers Mediterranean rhyme:
Finally, in the limitless, truth and whale are united,
as in the ashes of roses, the pebble slumbers, titanium,
But yours is the walking, yours is the limit, the time,
believe in the ages, don't ford're it too far,
From its half grief, heavy in roses and rubble, create the things duration -,
it flows from the Mediterranean.
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