UP from the navel of the world, Where Cuzco has her founts of fire, The passer of the Gulf he comes. He lives in air, a bird of fire, Charted by flowers still he comes Through spaces that are half the world. With glows of suns and seas he comes; A life within our shadowed world That`s bloom, and gem, and kiss of fire!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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