رومانسي بس منسي
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Bitter Beast \ Gothic Poetry
Without speaking another word, he fled,
And then I saw a centaur, full of fury,
Come shouting, "Where, where is that bitter beast?"
I do not think Maremma has as many
Snakes as the centaur carried on his croup
Right up to where our human shape begins
And then I saw a centaur, full of fury,
Come shouting, "Where, where is that bitter beast?"
I do not think Maremma has as many
Snakes as the centaur carried on his croup
Right up to where our human shape begins
