Среда, 22 Февраля 2006 г. 01:30
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last winter graved all fiends and friends
ethereal ice in shaking hands
grey alleys are blinking in the dusk
my death is still wearing your mask
game over and i'm crying hear
without painkiller and you near -
without you i'll integrate
into the core of coming fate...
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