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The end. The songwriter`s dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence The Poet and the pendulum Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer`s hideaway I cannot cry `cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God Save me The beginning.
Annons


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