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And I sing this song
For all the dead promises
All the fallen souls
And those who laughed at them
And I sing this song
To all the bleeding hearts
My ode to the night
Awaiting the sun
allready here ritualistic... if i make a snowball and just aim west i might hit you if i just put my weight into it
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"Music does not create in the heart what was not already there"
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