Forging your spears with blood from our hearts, scorning not lust but derision Which mission in life shall die in my hands ? Strong are the stems of Nasturtium Calling the winds for a knowledge untaught, which passion shall never disturb thee ? Which mission in life shall die in my hands ? Strong are the stems of Nasturtium
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