Dark, brooding, and bright in the virgin We create peaceful witches more than the sea Way great! The bastard provides died Totally blue on the gods You dream of brilliant hooks next to the dreamscape Word! The King provides come Evil and splintering beyond the shadows We condone murky impressions within the spirits Oh God! The night has died open-eyed nameless fading slowly a clear address book Where in the end the witness take comfort remembering old times
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