thou shalt not halt neither your tears nor your wavering heart are to linger here
find an unlocked door box up open sore turn the family vault into a beatnik lair…
corridor
narrow aisle last door ahead behind they say the tired be in clover
narrow aisle walls coming closer crimson eye glazing over
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in a gale remote where without a sound countless ship wrecks slowly ran aground
thou shalt strive cause neither your tears nor your wavering heart are to linger here
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[We’ve been in this tunnel of light all along, can't you see?]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
