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Enough then I don’t need your permission     Or a final whisper from lips that raised all my dead The cathedral in my heart that I lifted up for you    And filled with all my lonely ghosts      It burns tonight And tomorrow   The Beginning     The Work       The Empire
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Mar 6, 2022
Mar 6, 2022 at 9:28 PM UTC
Meurte de la Amour Roja
Enough then I don’t need your permission     Or a final whisper from lips that raised all my dead The cathedral in my heart that I lifted up for you    And filled with all my lonely ghosts      It burns tonight And tomorrow   The Beginning     The Work       The Empire
jon-daniel-shierling
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Mar 6, 2022
Mar 6, 2022 at 9:28 PM UTC
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