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The dead days are here, and all my years are gone. I’ve waited for the crops to burn and I’ll never come back no more. There is a place I know, through pale and endless snow. You close your eyes and let out your time, though you know that you’re losing your mind. You know that I must leave, to drown in the dark blue sea. And every year is wasted here in my room, full of… read more


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