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Ved Buens Ende >> Merchandise Links
Ved Buens Ende
A distant cry..... From whom I perished for? No..... You are born..... .....the winterburden I bled your tears once. If only I could wither, You, That May Wither A distant cry... From what I perished for? No.... It was born... The winterburden. I bled its tears once... Oh, if only it could wither, wither in the absence of your thoughts. So I cry..... I cry not only for my spirit in its living shell. But for the ones who used the lust for me.
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