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When the children of Montsegur came down from the pog
The sun had not yet returned day of the worl
On thei pale faces could be seen their grief and sadness
Without faith they went.
Time had passed, the children have grown whit great hope
And sometimes, when they look up to the mountains
They can hear those strong and beautiful voices
Beating on the sound of a rhythm, the Cathar rhythm.
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| Kommentarer | | - 13 jul 11 - 00:36 | Hello.
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to tell you more about myself and including some pictures of myself too. I will like you to get back to me through my private email (lovethowo@yahoo.com)
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