gri_2003_m_46_b01_f10_009
- Max. dissimilarity: 0.044
- Mean dissimilarity: 0.021
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Transcribers
- 65309293 - Ankettaccia
- WINNER - 65311671 - not-logged-in-0fcc99150bd305783855
- 65326393 - not-logged-in-34c6febba9702d6a20c3
- 65327656 - not-logged-in-435fcce0633adef0a72c
- 65331709 - EgidijusZ
- 65384040 - Preacher357
65309293 - Ankettaccia
Feel welcome and regret,Ambivalently turn
From his North to my South.
He keeps, the Northern one,
The bride's antagonist
With flask of love unopened,
To a basalt alcove,
Deep as a skull, in which
There is not room for two.
A sunflower grows and traces
The sun across the sky;
So shall I escort your beauty
From sleep to art and love,
From lack to a sense of
Community with love.
We scale the ladders of
The calendar to greet
The coming year, who wears
The flowery robe of love,
Months like jewels in her hair.
January is a ruby.
Smile, like roses at the light,
For, as we meet, the year's
Glacial fears must melt
And irrigate the Spring:
I know that all will be
Well, my naked lover.
WINNER - 65311671 - not-logged-in-0fcc99150bd305783855
Feel welcome and regret,Ambivalently turn
From his North to my South.
He keeps, the Northern one,
The bride's antagonist
With flask of love unopened,
To a basalt alcove
Deep as a skull, in which
There is not room for two.
A sunflower grows and traces
The sun across the sky;
So shall I escort your beauty
From sleep to art and love,
From lack to a sense of
Community with love.
We scale the ladders of
The calender to greet
The coming year, who wears
The flowery robe of love,
Months like jewels in her hair.
January is a ruby.
Smile, like roses at the light,
For, as we meet, the year's
Glacial fears must melt
And irrigate the Spring:
I know that all will be
Well, my naked lover.
65326393 - not-logged-in-34c6febba9702d6a20c3
3Feel welcome and regret,
Ambivalently turn
From his North to my South.
He keeps, the Northern one,
The bride's antagonist
With flask of love unopened,
To the basalt alcove,
Deep as a skull, in which
There is not room for two.
A sunflower grows and traces
The sun across the sky;
So shall I escort your beauty
From sleep to art and love,
From lack to a sense of
Community with love
We scale the ladders of
The calender to greet
The coming year, who wears
The flowery robe of love,
Months like jewels in her hair.
January is a ruby.
Smile, like roses at the light,
For, as we meet, the year's
Glacial fears must melt
And irrigate the Spring:
I know that all will be
Well, my naked lover.
65327656 - not-logged-in-435fcce0633adef0a72c
Feel welcome and regret, ambivalently turn drom his North to my South.He keeps, the Northern one, the bride's antagonist with flask of love unopened, to a basalta alcove, deep as a skull, in which. There is not room for two.
A sunflower grows and traces the sun across the sky; So shall i escort your beauty from sleep to art and love, from lack to a sense of community with love.
We scale the ladders of the calender to greet the coming year, who wears the flowery robe of love, months like jewels in her hair. January is a ruby.
Smile, like roses at the light, for, as we meet, the year's glacial fears must melt and irrigate the spring: I know that all will be.
Well, my naked lover.
65331709 - EgidijusZ
Feel welcome and regret,Ambivalently turn
From his North to my South.
He keeps, the Northern one,
The bride's antagonist
With flask of love unopened,
To a basalt alcove,
Deep as a skull, in which
There is not room for two.
A sunflower grows and traces
The sun across the sky;
So shall I escort your beauty
From sleep to art and love,
From lack to a sense of
Community with love.
We scale the ladders of
The calender to greet
The coming year, who wears
The flowery robe of love,
Months like jewels in her hair.
January is a ruby.
Smile, like roses at the light,
For, as we meet, the year's
Glacial fears must melt
And irrigate the Spring:
I know that all will be
Well, my naked lover.
65384040 - Preacher357
3Feel welcome and regret,
Ambivalently turn
From his North to my South.
He keeps the Northern one,
The Bride's antagonist
With flask of love unopened,
To a basalt alcove,
Deep as a skull, in which
There is not room for two.
A sunflower grows and traces
The sun across the sky;
So shall I escort your beauty
From sleep to art and love,
From lack to a sense of
Community with love.
We scale the ladders of
The calender to greet
The coming year, who wears
The flowery robe of love,
Months like jewels in her hair.
January is a ruby.
Smile, like roses at the light,
For, as we meet, the year's
Glacial fears must melt
And irrigate the Spring:
I know that all will be
Well, my naked lover.