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As I was riding on a horse which carry all names,

the colour of autumn dispersing cold winds,the

sun looking from trees, reflection in wet mirrors

of noname, dumb faces,

I jumping down and letting behind me the feet in

the alley of polars, in the sky not a cloud, the society

of coven sing on my mind on eternal way to cemetery gates.

The treasure from my dark dreams, it steped

down from castle of fantacy, it dreaming deep in

black forest, I let fluent my fantacy and

I know that, I know his name.