My Residence
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Dark house;
Elf-fire at a distance
Neither base nor thatch
No question of doors or windows
As there is no walls..
There neither morning nor evening
As the house flying over beyond time
My residence.
Outfit; full of goods ...
No visitor comes.
Only on my open balcony
Corpse of star fallen off and on..
My food delicious food ;
Eat;
Keep preponderating presence..
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