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The night of the hippogriph III
tout sauf ton coeur
the wind blew in the orchard of golden apples and fell sick before sunrise only a grain of sand was enough to make the unicorn invisible except for its heart the eyes of the archaeopteryx always reflect the mundane image of seas from the sky while the hippogryph tired of being alone sleeps with wings unfolded ahead every night lifts sand dunes and leaves the story of unknown journeys to the one wearing a single eye in the crown of the head once upon a time there was a hippogryph on a rock and this view is not given to just anyone tout sauf ton coeur = everything but your heart (translated to English by Luminita Suse) |