September
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Well I stepped into an avalanche, it covered up my soul; when I am not this hunchback that you see, I sleep beneath the golden hill. You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn, learn to serve me well. amen gud i körka, det finns ändå inte så mkt att säga; TRISTESSE TRISTESSE - it does not compell me, though it shall be a lie I have begun to long for you, I who have no greed; I have begun to ask for you, I who have no need. You say you've gone away from me, but I can feel you when you breathe.
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