Shame crept very quietly,
lulled for a moment the little Silja. '
Rocked secretly Ilja,
to guard the grain of death.
Stayed on top of the weeks,
skated on slippery ice,
comfortable in any weather.
There was always quite a selfish
site. Did not want
the death of the ferryman.
It did not need anyone.
It's a shame also went to the eye of a needle
through, as a
free carefree cuckoo.
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