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The cold sun spits into the face of Day His icy hands ***** my ****** soul Come night, with thine desires, black and clean Come night, with thine dreams, ruthless and sweet The cold sun spits into the face of Me
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
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The cold sun spits into the face of Day His icy hands ***** my ****** soul Come night, with thine desires, black and clean Come night, with thine dreams, ruthless and sweet The cold sun spits into the face of Me
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
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