Must I, my asses,

See them.

Thank you.

Beneath that stone,

Glorious Christ, be with us.

is still

In Gloria

Thank you.

Die for his cause.

See you next time.

See Scalafio, see St.

Louis

Oh, yes, of course.

For dark days may I walk

Through kingly thoughts we could return From end place to horizon.

To kindred gods a youth may turn, To kindred gods a youth may turn, No man and place to roam is earned,

Prophetic place to roll his fur.

Prophetic place to roll his fur.

To kindred God, say you've returned.

To kindred God, say you've returned.

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