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Spartacus
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So wearied her passing bars,
that her look quite foggy
As if the vicious world had a thousand bars
and there is no world but a thousand bars.
Her soft gait encounters no resistance,
wandering inside the smallest box
is like a dance of strength around the center,
which takes enormous will numb.
Sometimes the pupils lifts veil quietly.
And alien image in August penetrates.
He goes by the concentrated silence of the body
and in my heart silently dies
that her look quite foggy
As if the vicious world had a thousand bars
and there is no world but a thousand bars.
Her soft gait encounters no resistance,
wandering inside the smallest box
is like a dance of strength around the center,
which takes enormous will numb.
Sometimes the pupils lifts veil quietly.
And alien image in August penetrates.
He goes by the concentrated silence of the body
and in my heart silently dies