Night

The magician Stretched out over the world of frailty. There is a head in the milky ribbon. Signs of later generations. The happiness of the dawny Magus. She ascended the Milky Way. The radiant one floats. Red pointed helmets plowing the firmament. Covering the whole plane. The braids hid half of her forehead. The shadow of the wings half. She hugged me all over the moon. Who are you? Night potions. Who got me? Who are you? A feminine name in a halo of red fire. In a long black robe. Among the black chariots. In a pale phosphorescent glow. The night sails the way of queens. Buckles twinkle under the moon. Up to the face of the closed rose. She leaned on a pair of heavy compasses. He looks down indifferently. Covering the entire plane. The braids hid half of her forehead. The shadow of the wings half. She hugged me all over the moon. Who are you? Night potions. Who got me drunk? Who are you? A feminine name in a halo of red fire. Covering the entire plane. The braids hid half of his forehead. The shadow of the wings half. She hugged me all over the moon. Who are you? Night potions. Who got me? Who are you? A feminine name in a halo Of red fire.