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Charon
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November's Eve
White dreams of sour relish four candles in VIRGINS nest Sweet rhyme of brook flows in our minds... we fly. Words in a cold frost eve, taken by the form of breeze Falling down before they get to known... the sough
Drunken by a fierce of night and some who RECLAIMED my mind The dark is longer than we thought, so cold. Black snow shall fade our shapes roots of the oak EMBRACE 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Sweet rhyme of brook flows through our times, alive.
A quiet pray, another day for the words that never said. November's eve, four of a breeze for the words that never feels, Forever we die, forever disdain in WHITE dreams of sour relish. Forever white, forever night loose love cleaves to a DARK.
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