Dance, my Wretched Queen.
Sing the songs of oppression
and tug the chain around my neck.
– F H Hakansson
Dance
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Dance, my Wretched Queen.
Sing the songs of oppression
and tug the chain around my neck.
– F H Hakansson
This dance sounds dark and dangerous.
And it strangely reminds me of something I had written months ago: http://iwritewhaticannotsay.wordpress.com/2011/09/19/liberation/