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Praise To Aeneis Elyesa
Praise to Aeneis ( Elyesa )
It was a power without measure, very humble!
She had fallen into the Lot lake.
Dried salts with the speed of the wind.
A sharp Carthage.
He was naked with the whole world.
Gas overlapped,separated by colors!
He was looking at Zion!
It's been years of time.
The new world has dried up!
The salt dispersed by my exit is a sharp Carthage.
I came..Troia..He waited..
Noble warriors..Hey ..Carthage ..
Italy..Italy I cried out to the enemy!
Miles away, Carthage trembled.
Troia had passed a long way with one step!
A cloud of dust covered it..Hey .. Carthage ..
Johannes Çiçek
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Johannes Cicek
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