The prospects of the future times
near the horizon with a hellish pace,
and as I raise my gloved hand,
I pray to God to touch my face,
To spread my wrinkles off to sides
and feel the shakings of my chest,
to see for himself, the life i've had
I, the Odysseus of the West.
-Pamplemousse
near the horizon with a hellish pace,
and as I raise my gloved hand,
I pray to God to touch my face,
To spread my wrinkles off to sides
and feel the shakings of my chest,
to see for himself, the life i've had
I, the Odysseus of the West.
-Pamplemousse
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