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...While we are yet sober, A while, a little longer Hold on we aren't getting stronger Further, yes a little further! Try to fight, a battle won is a war almost over Father, yes our father! Intoxication is soon to colonize our minds In the morn we are surely to have forgotten Back to our ways, caressing sin with our hands The apple from all sides bitten, its seeds an inheritance to our children...
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Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
tis amarties mas énan ió
...While we are yet sober, A while, a little longer Hold on we aren't getting stronger Further, yes a little further! Try to fight, a battle won is a war almost over Father, yes our father! Intoxication is soon to colonize our minds In the morn we are surely to have forgotten Back to our ways, caressing sin with our hands The apple from all sides bitten, its seeds an inheritance to our children...
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Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
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