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RiverSong0708

Published: Apr 28, 2012

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Mini vici nox
Mini vici obscura
Noctis ox
Et mini parta

Miti amplexus lux
Mini mane iterum
In lumen sol
Ego manere verum

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Ask me for the translation or just go to google translate if you want the English version.
~.~
Love always,
Melody Pond

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May 10, 2012

Magnum opus.

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