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- Hey, well... Who is it? - he asks, identifying the pigment.
- Someone else. Would it be interesting if you knew beforehand? I don't think so. - Turning his gaze to the Lord, Emil smiled and sang in a sweet voice.
I look with both my eyes,
Your soul's queen -
She is in great turmoil!
She is enveloped in great sadness,
Like your dark coat!
- And I see that you are a great joker.
- A jester? Well, no. Before you is only a humble minstrel and nothing more. - Bowing to the ground, Emil straightened up again. - But I don't see any reason to hide, I can read people well.