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We calculate the risk and stop.
You go forward...
Cosmic chambers of glacier patterns.
The facts of life intercepts the spectrum of...
I\'m colorless to white.
Walking down the avenue in the crisp cold and...
I\'m colorless to white.
Walking down the avenue in the crisp cold and...
Cosmic chambers of glacier patterns.
The facts of life intercepts the spectrum of...
We calculate the risk and stop.
You go forward...
An compound mixture, reds, blues, blacks
and even whites, that lie in a past city, dead...
Solid, hardened stone. I feel alive,
yet caught inside. Scars of angels...
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