Apr 25, 2004 14:00
"Crying, tears and blood mingled. Piteously born,
THose sons whose mother was of heavenly birth!
Her father was the god of the North Wind
And she was cradled by gales,
She raced with young colts on the glittering hills.
And walked un trammled in the open light:
But in her marriage dealthess Fate found means
To build a tomb like yours for all her
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