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I am Hyperborean, Atlantean

I am a Hyperborean living in Serbian land. I am an Atlantean living in Serbian land. I have fed hundreds of swans flying, I have fed Hundreds of swans flying. I embrace The pillars of Hercules, I am an inspiration To the writings of Plato and Ignatius Donnelly. I am a visitor to the magnificent Garden of Eden. I kiss earthly gold and walkthrough the ocean. I am the queen of Egypt. I am a teacher, Showing Phoenicians their alphabet. We mock the poor Hyperboreans, dreaming of Thrace’s winds. BUT In one horrible day we died, Trampled by a hairy brethren of elephants. In one Horrible day and one night, we sank into the ocean, Lost in poverty, lost in war, Lost in fear, veiled and Suppressed by men, struggling, remembering. I was once a Hyperborean woman Who fed her swans, watching them fly in the wind. I did not die in a world of myths, I was once defense Counsel at The Battle of Thermopylae. Apollo used Me to spread his doctrine to other nations. Since then no one has ever seen me, I’m still waiting for her to become. I am a Hyperborean living in Serbian land. I am an Atlantean living in Serbian land.

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