What is my goal,what is my task,what is my path through life?Must be this trailI thread upon,bringing hope to strife ...I was born with memoryof the future world,the one of love and reverie,the one that once got sold ...I cried and shrieked,a little girl,when losing sight of you,disbelief at desert landthat I was to walk through.Rivers, they again will flow,skies just open roads,hearts of men again will glow,light-immersed abodes.
-Petra Poje - Keeper of The Eye
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