ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ{ 𐚈.. }
ㅤㅤOn the 19 dawn of the month,
ㅤㅤa noble hush arises, celebrating
ㅤㅤthe souls born in jubilant grace,
ㅤㅤborne upon blossoms and geweihtes
ㅤㅤwasser that never falters. No shade
ㅤㅤof sorrow may trespass here, only
ㅤㅤthe wild cascade of mirth shall roam
ㅤㅤacross these sacred walls.
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