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The Warrior King

He is not coming back to my dreams anymore left in the morning disappeared in the mist leaving behind a horseshoe and the wind got lost forever into mountains where the wolves and the ambushmakers never sleep just kill warrior king Gjergj Kastriot burning on stranger crosses for stranger gods...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 1/1/2012 10:21:00 PM
Iskander Bey, a great Albanian. You write a fine salute to him.
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