Days of dark sun shine
There the sun is black
I feel cold
It saps from me what was their light was darkness
Their blade was sharp
The tongue of the asp is sharp and forked I know them well
The fruit eaters
Are lost in the intoxication
The food was destructive
Cartage
Gehenna
Golcanda
Where are we?
Where is this paradise lost?
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