Carriage embossed in ice Carried by white death's horses Proudly goes through My clear tears Which are her road In the journey to the stars When longing dies Echo of mind disappears Last star's...
STORM RIDER Sweetheart, you took the competition by storm. - Oh, thanks dad. - Mm, so proud of you. When the rest of the competition is here too? Well, don't get too confident. Dad, it's called being...

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