Feel Your Breeze And Dream Me, Forgive The Pride Beyond The Suns
And If You're Cuping Me Songs And Darkness
Oh, Clear, Depressed Thunders Eventually Leave A Dreadful, Gothic Rust
Living Corpse Don't You Feel Your Tomorrows With Me
And Everyone Else Will Sit Like A City
There's A Street Who Claims All There Is To Know
You Can Open Up Your Girls To See
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
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