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The days of doom commence
And my soul is lost
As the skies turn black

Forgotten in darkness;
A restless wanderer
In gloomy autumn nights

So a deathlike silence
Fulfills my bleeding cradicates
My remembrance

Nobody's guiding me to light
Not even you

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Novembre
Dawn Of Dreams



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