Here my watch; my geas:
This centaur the Friesian’s guardian.
Soon, very soon that mare runs of her own —
Even the pasture is too small
I see.
Heavy as the censor; light as the smoke.
Here my watch; my geas:
This centaur the Friesian’s guardian.
Soon, very soon that mare runs of her own —
Even the pasture is too small
I see.
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