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It is the shadeweaver's season, the widowmaker's fall and it takes no reason to tear you apart. |
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Cast a side your enlighted soul |
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I'll tell you story untold throw away your mask so proud |
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I'll do it with or without. |
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As came the time shadows seize the day without passion, life went on anyway thought it should end, and my soul descent on my throne of thorns, under crown of sin. |
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The convex tears of infinity, there wept before dawn of time... |
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As came the time shadows seize the day without passion, life went on anyway thought it should end, and my soul descent on my throne of thorns, under crown of sin |
