And then my hawk, contorting in your vicinity, sweeps down majestically...
And then your cawk, riding in the mouth of my hawk, ascends into the sky?
What do you think, conceivable?
Hajra sojom!
Is it conceivable that your cawk would tear away from your body?
And then your cawk, riding in the mouth of my hawk, ascends into the sky?
What do you think, conceivable?
Hajra sojom!
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