IV
A fourth way to get the slope is:
is human, and nobler.
The road often extremely hot or warm, for best results, the most noble.
If so, what is it now.
All types of metal or in writing.
Heat maximum information is metaphor for extreme temperatures.
They are very good, all perfect;
something that everybody is our Krim.
III
Therefore, the third method is the inevitable problems.
Their generation and corruption.
However;
“how often and at the same time in long time, regardless of how to turn a profit?”
Love is not empty too soon. From funny to meet.
So what is a very simple man. Would be not that good work of Aramis.
We are independent and not very present.
All this indicates that the man is Krim.
II
The second method is an effective natural causes.
See documents in the world in the age of the well. (Optional) the discovery of both.
Well recipient does not occur.
And the rest of the Interim Order of the ultimate cause:
but the problem is one of the first who is now in force or Infiniti.
Rob now take the lead. Thus, the effective cause of the ultimate cause of prioritet.
Prva two will go to create the ultimate unlimited intermediate and efficiency;
properly disclose the cause of the efficient cause of all false.
Then, thanks to the well of Krim’s first name?
Recovered from monastery tomes donated to the Targu Mures Historical Society:
Semel in Chersonesum relegatus
Propterea dic ad Khmer cælaturas
Iuvenis filius praevaricationis Jacob
primogenitusAudio fidelium canunt
Natus est rex
Krim Jacob, vivet in aeternum
Quoniam die illa benedictaEt Nerich tubis canere!
Audi quid dicat:
Illuc usque in sempiternum in tenebris,
Quia in die illa, quod damnatus
Ian Whitehouse has been so kind as to translate for the plebeian masses:
Once in the Crimea
Tell the Khmer carvings
Of the transgression of this young
son Jacob, the firstborn.I hear the faithful sing
A king must have arrived
Krim Jacob will live forever
we are blessed this day.And the trumpets of Nerich yell!
They tell us:
Crimea is forever in darkness
since that damned day
The Viceroy has foresight and sanity. Agile, like the serpent in the tree. The scapegoats are fearful, seeking in the forest. “where is my tree?” they yell. The Viceroy has knowledge and poise. But wisdom is vital!
Jakub’s answer actually improves on this…
As written by the 16th-century scholar Tän Anghér in his last work: “Lord Krïm, Wanderer, Seeker”.
They say he walks these woods,
and in these dark winter days I must meet him
Yes, so are the words of the wise man Jakko, who dedicated his life to the pursuit of truth and blessings.
Nicolaus and Rosu and the cave-dwellers
only laugh at my despair
He would not be granted a single blessing. The truth he found, he was not prepared to face.
I leave the safe hearth fire
and throw myself into his domain
Folklore has it a single star twinkles, dull, each and every year.
I know, Krim Rosu
that you are here
somewhere
The moon shines, yellow, bright. The birds flies, crying in anguish. Scarecrows standing tall. Our subject, with shoes of lead, walks towards a foreseen target. Innocent and pure, his struggle is just.
The path goes over the steppes of sorrow…
As written by the 16th-century scholar Tän Anghér in his last work: “Lord Krïm, Wanderer, Seeker”.
Depressed and without hope he wandered the great woods. No man can know his feelings in dark times. Expelled from his lands he took a new name and retrieved a new mission. He would forever be remembered by the colour of his cloak and the substance of his heart.
The woods are deep and his soul is black…
As written by the 16th-century scholar Tän Anghér in his last work: “Lord Krïm, Wanderer, Seeker”.
Stepping through a door and walking the land, our subject finds himself for the first time in his life making new footprints rather than reinforcing those of old. Seeds sprout from blood and the mind is in turmoil, for it has not yet accomplished that which will give the only peace of mind for a seeker.
He walks the great ocean and does not sleep..
As written by the 16th-century scholar Tän Anghér in his last work: “Lord Krïm, Wanderer, Seeker”.
Consider for a moment what might drive a man from his birthplace. Cast then all these thoughts aside, for this is no ordinary tale of migration by need or wish. Were someone ever destined to take on a new name and then a new life, it must have been him.
And at that he took to the door and a bird grew wings of gold…
As written by the 16th-century scholar Tän Anghér in his last work: “Lord Krïm, Wanderer, Seeker”.
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