A couple of people walking down a path with a wolf on the back

There, Beyond the Third Intersection, and from there due south, A horseman with a golden sabre sows stars thickly in the grass. Hear? In clusters the sky drops the grain of steel from the holes, Mountain dashing paths covered with shrouds. The roads are intertwined into a tight tangle of snakes in love, And from the breath of volcanoes in the mists the wing is numb... cunning, Humble yourself! We're still stronger than you, And the lights of the celestial countries will be warm today. There, at the third berth, Bluish Sail, White sail, They divide the sky from the beginning to the dawn with a laceration, Hear? The sea washes over the scars, sprinkles with coarse salt Bull's blood scabs, Like the memory of an ancient pain. The roads are intertwined into a tight tangle of snakes in love, And from the breath of volcanoes in the mists the wing is numb... cunning, Humble yourself! We're still stronger than you, And the lights of the celestial countries will be warm today. There's on the third threshold, Beyond the Broad Stage, True Silk Stones, The road beats in two, Hear? The right path leads to the pier, A circuitous path to the mountains, southward, But there's no road in the world, To lead us to each other! The roads are intertwined into a tight tangle of snakes in love, And from the breath of volcanoes in the mists the wing is numb... cunning, Humble yourself! We're still stronger than you, And the lights of the celestial countries will be warm today. The roads are intertwined into a tight tangle of snakes in love, And from the breath of volcanoes in the mists the wing is numb... cunning, Humble yourself! We're still stronger than you, And the lights of the celestial countries will be warm today.
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There
,
Beyond the Third Intersection
,
and from there due south
,
A horseman with a golden sabre sows stars thickly in the grass
.
Hear
?
In clusters the sky drops the grain of steel from the holes
,
Mountain dashing paths covered with shrouds
.
The roads are intertwined into a tight tangle of snakes in love
,
And from the breath of volcanoes in the mists the wing is numb
...
cunning
,
Humble yourself
!
We're still stronger than you
,
And the lights of the celestial countries will be warm today
.
There
,
at the third berth
,
Bluish Sail
,
White sail
,
They divide the sky from the beginning to the dawn with a laceration
,
Hear
?
The sea washes over the scars
,
sprinkles with coarse salt
Bull's blood scabs
,
Like the memory of an ancient pain
.
The roads are intertwined into a tight tangle of snakes in love
,
And from the breath of volcanoes in the mists the wing is numb
...
cunning
,
Humble yourself
!
We're still stronger than you
,
And the lights of the celestial countries will be warm today
.
There's on the third threshold
,
Beyond the Broad Stage
,
True Silk Stones
,
The road beats in two
,
Hear
?
The right path leads to the pier
,
A circuitous path to the mountains
,
southward
,
But there's no road in the world
,
To lead us to each other
!
The roads are intertwined into a tight tangle of snakes in love
,
And from the breath of volcanoes in the mists the wing is numb
...
cunning
,
Humble yourself
!
We're still stronger than you
,
And the lights of the celestial countries will be warm today
.
The roads are intertwined into a tight tangle of snakes in love
,
And from the breath of volcanoes in the mists the wing is numb
...
cunning
,
Humble yourself
!
We're still stronger than you
,
And the lights of the celestial countries will be warm today
.
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