Среда, 20 Августа 2008 г. 11:10
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There is nothing we can do,
The sky, it burns itself,
And I think we're all about to fucking die,
The trees rot down to nothing,
Throats dry out, corpses fill these sidewalks,
These promenades our graveyards,
Kneeling down on what's left,
Sacrificed upon doom's day,
Oh, if we could take it back, and see one last twilight,
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